Moved,
controlled, by
spite-
anger-
fear-
hatred.
Wishing it-
not to be.

Engulfing cynicism-
corrupting,
tainting
me.

Emanating
Hostility.

d i s s i p a t e d 
peace,
returning rage.

Weary weapons-
smiling, loving, caring-
for all.

Still, brewing.

For you see, each
day, that passes,
like today.
Dies…
and with it,
a piece of me.

This cannot be,
Must-push-onward.

For-

I can only live, so long, with
the dying,
of the days.