Once again


The nights returned to question the darkness,
That loomed in me for years,
Every passing breeze changed my thoughts,
A distraction that was too short lived.

Sin, it was, were both played their parts,
I held no regret, for it was to be,
Ashamed to surrender for thoughts that still,
Seem to find no reason of substance.

Peers and family loomed around,
For it was a choice to be made,
I quit and fled without a trace,
Yet she stayed as valiant as a warrior.

She fought her inner desires, her wishes,
Tried again and again, I failed to realize,
When I did, I failed to sustain,
 For lust guarded the path to the heart.

The nights returned today again, asking again,
The same questions that was once asked, remained unanswered,
Will the winds change my thoughts again?
Or have I accepted this final destination – Solitude.

Angel, she is, stumbled on a stone on earth,
For if she cursed even once,
The penance that I may need to pay,
Will be nothing short of the breath that I take!

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