At Last Defeated

When the yelling stopped,
When the screaming stopped,
When the feeling stopped,
There was nothing left.
So I cried.

The battle was over the soldiers all quit,
My demons where found, my fires were lit.
But I refused to admit my end.
I always believed I still had a friend.
Until at last defeated.

When the storm passed,
When the eyes passed,
when judgment was passed,
I felt painfully unneeded.
So I laughed.

And the nightmares came and tore me apart.
How did this tragedy of friends ever start.
I loved a girl, but found she just liked me.
So my eyes became closed in whatever I couldn't see.
Until at last defeated.

When the sanctity was crushed.
When the poetry was crushed.
When I was crushed.
I know it is over.
I have been removed.

No longer my words are windows to the soul.
Gateways to other places and I am not a goal.
At last taken from me is the one thing in us I had pure.
Now my disease is fatal, no hope for a cure.


My Poetry
My Poetry
My Poetry


I am Beyond hurt.

Now at last, I am defeated.