Wandering
A flower I've passed three or four times
Still reflecting the sun.
Perhaps nothing wrong with immobility
No matter how fast til life is gone.
Surprises like landmines...
No less devastating the shrapnel from lies
Than jagged steel ripping, tearing,
Less painful than hollow alibis,
I feel trapped in an inferno
Burning the ice in my veins.
Where is the past in tomorrow
So I may avoid it on time?
A flower in bloom on the edge of my vision
Death for life to renew.
Small are the corners where breezes
Do not bring me scent of you.
I've tried until sunrise to end it...
No tears in the hollow of me.
My weapon on safe, haven't touched it,
No satisfaction of my funeral for you.
I feel no remorse in our end,
Few memories of you worthwhile,
No guilt riding hard anywhere...
But I would still die for a smile.
Bane
Named Wandering due to the randomness of rhyme and lines, or the lack thereof.
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