Ergo, ergo, ergo?

I have a Fear of Loneliness.

Left and Right I look, People just have that Little More than I do.
A Little More than I can, a Little More than I can have.

I try to pretend I am not, but I truly am. Yes, Envious.

I Liked to Think, and Thought a lot.
'Hey, maybe it's a Problem with Myself! Let's try to Change That!'

I Headbutt myself into the Lives of Others, showing little Concern to the Gazes and Stares.

But with much Caution, Conscious of my own Conscience.

Taking Bullets, breaking Bullets, and reassembling Bullets.

Yet, Slaying the Bull yielded no Beef in The End.
It lies Deeper, Darker than where I can Peer.
With more Danger, Despair than I can Bear.
With Doubt, that I can last another Bout.

I came Back to You, whose benign Love is akin to a Phoenix.

Reborn when Dead, and Rejuvenated when Exhausted.

Refilled when Dried, and Replenished when Extracted.

Inexorable.

But nonetheless Ephemeral...


Ergo, I will not Stop:

I will Continue to Seek,
And Cull my Weak.

Perfect by Nature.

You've given up before the struggles.

Resigned to perishing to a disastrous end.

There you lay,

Broken and battered in the maw of strife.

You could ...

muster every sinew and numb out every pain.

Search.

Seek.

Scavenge.

Salvage.

Perhaps, just perhaps.

You might stumble across the reins that you lost hold of long ago.

So, so long ago.

And take it up again.

To retake this battlefield.

... Or you could just have all the regrets carved forever on your epitaph.

Try.

And even if you were to face off against the infinite universe,

That may just make all the difference.

---

Hope bravely.

The Dunce Repents.

Repent! Repent!
Quickly, before your life is spent!
Dissent! Dissent!
Where have thee courage went?
Resent! Resent!
Let not your will be bent!
Ascent! Ascent!
Ignore the temptations the Devil has sent!

Do not relent!
Do not lament!
Do not assent!
Do not be dent!

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Sometimes I want to explode.

Bitter Endings.

Feuds have torn us asunder.

Conflicts, not just any number,

Some against one another,

And plenty alongside each other.

I saw the truth, but you pretended.

I told the truth, but they weren’t persuaded.

I begged for truth, but it only saw me injured.

You preached your ‘truth’, and left me disappointed.

There were many instances where you stole my flower,

And countless other times where you stole my thunder.

Often, I pondered and wondered in anger,

Why oh why were you someone I called my ‘Brother?’

Everything I’ve worked for, you plundered.

Everything I’ve wanted, you demanded.

My pleas and entreaties, you have shunted.

I can’t help but wonder, ‘Has it ended?’

(Yes I wrote this, stop asking.)