A girl’s effect on the writer and the internal struggle.

Around and through and forever the cosmic juices flow
and within me a force begins to twist and grow
through my consciousness up from my gut
a feeling of terror rises from the ashes and soot

save the girl, the old man cried
and i shot through the city at night.
When I arrived,i only sighed
and she had retired from sight.

But a familiar woman cried out from below
I was lost and crazed, and my feelings a mess
and she beckoned me to follow
there the girl stood, innocent in that dress

never give up, your closest to success as we speak
the old man exclaims, his bones brittle and weak
I scowled in distaste at his ignorant claims
I simply replied; the offenders will bathe in flames

The old man frowned and shook his head.
lie to your self, far be it from me
to try and help you, your life in shred
At which point he turned, silently.

I grinned, because i knew that i had won.
It never mattered whether i succeeded or failed
or even had to give my heart upon her gun
liberated, and into oblivion, i sailed.

And at that i chuckled, as i knew i had no power
and that all a human can do is sense and cower
I have finished what i started out to do
but where i am isn’t familiar to you.

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