The battle has been fought.
The last fight she could stomach.
Everything,
All the nights filled with brutality to the mentality,
Days immersed in torrid gore,
All of it leading to the demise of a heart,
Which has already died a thousand times and more.
What was once home to a thriving heart,
Has superseded to stone.
Nothing lingers within.
No nefarious emotions plaguing the day,
No rhapsody at even the slightest beauty.
Stuck in an eternal state of dreariness,
Thoughts alienated & others ignored.
Restitution floats somewhere between this vague reality,
& a truth hidden from mediocre eyes.
One could seek what is deserved,
Yet seems suppression of confessing to the battle lost,
Be the winner to reign.