Try

Should one continue,
To hold on,
To something they know,
Will eventually slip through their fingers?
Should one just let go now,
So to save the pain,
Of watching it leave later.
Should one,
Try to find,
The silver lining,
To this ever growing cloud of misery?
When will this time,
Of heartbreak and sorrow come?
How will it happen?
Will it be swift and less painfull?
Or will it be a slow,
Agonizing process?
Consuming our entire soul,
Dragging it to the deepest pits of dread and despair.
Suffocating our very soul,
Until all hope of being happy,
One last time,
Slithers away,
Out of sight.
Out of mind.
Should one try change the inevitable future?
Is it even possible?

War

What possible course of action,
Is there to take,
When you are fighting,
A battle,
In which,
The odds of defeat,
Far outweigh the odds of victory.
When every decision you make,
Doesn't appear to tilt the scales,
In your favor.
Should one still continue to fight,
Even when all signs,
Point to an inevitable letdown.
Should one struggle onward,
Praying for the day,
In which a battle will be won,
That results,
In the tides of the war,
Being shifted.
Will the external forces of opposition,
Still persist,
In doing all they can,
To see you fail?
How many paths are there to take?
Which one is the right one?
The one to choose?
Maybe all of them lead to certain victory.
Perhaps all of them,
To agonizing defeat.

Sunrise

The new morning,
A fresh beginning,
The dawn of a new hope.
Greeted by the rising of the sun.
The warmth of its rays,
Gives new life,
Into those,
Who have felt so dead,
And empty inside.
It fills our hearts,
And our souls,
With hope,
And the courage to continue onward.
Forever,
It may seem,
That the sun lingers in the sky.
Its never ceasing presence,
And path revealing light,
May eventually become a second thought.
Becoming less meaningful to us,
As time goes on.
And then,
We look out onto the horizon,
Only to see,
The last visible sign of life,
Radiating for the giant sphere.
The thing that we have come to love,
Begins to slowly fade away.
As we watch from the distace,
Not a thing we can do do.
We look back to see,
If three was anything we could have done,
In order to prolong,
The inevitable event,
That is taking place before our eyes.
In no time at all,
The sky begins to fade away.
However,
It does not disappear completely,
But leaves a piece of itself behind.
Though not nearly as spectacular,
As the thing itself.
But still just enough,
To remind us of what was once was.
What are we to do?
After that dear thing slips away.
Into the abyss.
Should we give up hope once more,
As we have done,
So many times in the past?
Or shall this time be different?
Shall we treck along in the darkness,
With hope never failing?
Should we,
With full determination,
And the utmost commitment,
In order to wait it out,
To continue on,
Waiting for a time,
For that which you love,
To come up over the horizon,
More than ready,
To brighten our lives once again.
Now this never ending cycle,
Or sunrises,
And sunsets,
May occur,
Many more times,
Than we may imagine.
Sometimes,
The days may seem long,
Almost never ending.
There are also the times,
Where the night,
And the dark,
Seem to envelop everything we hold dear.
But we must not fret.
For the night is always darker,
Just before,
The suns rises over the peak.
I don't know about you,
But I plan,
On fighting through the night.
Never wanting to let go,
Of that which I love.

Intentions

What are intentions?
Who decides whether or not,
Those intentions,
Are good or bad?
Perhaps,
Everyone perceives their intentions as good,
Or beneficial,
In some way,
To those who are involved.
Is it possible,
For one to realize,
That their well intentioned action,
In reality,
In not beneficial,
But in fact completely opposite.
Maybe even potentially harmful.
There is a possibility,
That a good intention,
Can become a hindrance,
To a relationship.
Is it possible,
For one to realize,
This miscalculation of judgment?
Who knows?
Perhaps some people can.
Others,
Questionable.

Future

The future:
What exactly is the future?
Is it simply a point in time,
That no one has yet experienced?
Or,
Is the future something more?
Could the future be,
A combination of every choice ever made,
Influencing every other choice,
Still influencing us to this day.
Will this chain,
Of choice and consequence,
Ever come to an end?
Or will it,
Continue its unceasing widespread,
On the people of today?
Will this affect the choices and actions,
Of the people tomorrow?
Do some people look forward to tomorrow?
Embracing that which is to come?
Do others loath the very thought of it?
Wishing that the morning will never come?
Are there others who are apathetic towards the situation as a whole?
Not caring what happens,
But simply going with the flow of things?
Is it possible,
For one to change the outcome of the future?
To decide what will happen to them?
Who knows?
All I know is,
That there are a few things,
I will make certain,
Happen in the future.
What are these things you may ask?
These things are few in number,
But very close to my heart,
And I will fight every waking moment,
Making sure they happen.