Lewis' words are for the uncertain,
Unconvinced and prideful
Indeed, there is no middle ground
To the fight and life
No middle ground left
For your shaking feet
Alas, grovel or crawl
But no middle ground left.

There has to be a difference
In order to call another 'being' another.

But if you can live with enough
Then why do you need much?

But whether we come to our senses
And admit this
We are wired to want something eternal
If you think that something which will fade in a day or two
Is enough for you then fool, that's what you are.

And it's okay to be a fool. We are all.
It just means that you need education
And practice
And God.

When  I was a tot
Poetry meant rhymes
A voluntary measuring of words
To get A's
But now that my heart has experienced fault
And sorrow
Poetry came to mean
As an entrance
To leave the nagging burden
A healing
To lessen the sobs
But not to **** it.

I am yet to find
A way to settle
With the disappointment
That after giving my all
Everyday and work hard
And still fail by this world's standard.

Then maybe I should change my
Own definition of success
And failure
To suit my goal
To keep me within the guardrails.

I can live with pain if it's distributed equally.
So suffer my love. I don't care if it's from grief
Or from a broken toe.
My love has been corrupted
And I know it's evil and unbecoming
But I am vexed and hopeless
And I need you to come back. Please.