in a span of a short life
the stab that marked forever
not once but a thousand times over
it is a life flooded in strife
wounded like a warrior defeated
a stream of welling anguish is falling
the thorns of sorrow is killing
a lonesome fellow deserted
tough like a heartless giant
only to bled anew
to crumble a man of gallant
a torment meant for the few
a most horrifying wail
that extends to the darkest
even the strong become frail
the end of the meekest
the absence of solitude
a chilling sense of foreboding
to see one's magnitude
one must keep abiding
Soniador, a poem
December 9, 2011
