At the beginning there was the strong, the chivalrous,
that was the feeling,
that was the beginning,
then the downfall came.
In between superstitions and blows each wall crumbled down,
each step faltered,
each inhale cost more work and the war felt like lost.
every single change,
every single blow,
noted, analyzed and checked upon.
But at the end there were no new walls
and the fickleness of my steps
the fickleness of my own
stays and lingers longer than what it should.
So now the question comes with each step
and the trustworthiness all entities see
but whom it belongs doesn't see it
doesn't believe in it
and would run away if the window of possibility arisen
At the end.
Running isn't enough.
Battling isn't enough.
Working and fighting isn't enough.
So what's needed now?
What else is there to do.
The end can’t be a downfall.
The end has to be a success.
At the end success is achieved then should rest fall upon and can sleep a while.
Can rest the matter
and can rest the mind.
Just at the end
Dec. 20 2010 02.11 am
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