Death of a Soft Side

Rosy tongues and glowing hearts Gravity weakened and weakness grounded A heart of steel and a smirk of tart What remained after the snares sounded These lips once held an angel’s name These eyes embraced pure beauty From my ears the voice of grace sang And loving her was my cherished duty I fought as I promised, with life and mind I pursued when I could no more But my spirit was taxed and my health fined And I was taken by that dreadful war With a crude grasp she ripped it out Scratching and tearing with darkened eyes My chest now hosts but hollowed doubt The blood that warmed my soul now dries My soul hunches beneath the skin of my shoulders Visible through the windows in my wall Though my being drags, I march on a soldier And it’s this until return or call.