My life has become a brittle bouquet

Of dead red roses and rapid decay

And all that I thought one day I would be

Is now but a part of past history.

I look to the East and yearn for the West,

Confusion conceals the best of my quest.

Lost to the ages and rages of time,

Dreams of destruction destroy the sublime.

This haunting refrain just leaves me with pain,

Counting my losses while looking for gain.

Shattered and battered from reckless crusades,

Just seeking the truth but truth always fades.

Bitter and broken my life out of hand,

Darkness descending as I make my stand.

Though once like an eagle I flew so high

But then lost my wings and then lost the sky,

Born with great gifts to both give and receive,

And when I was young, in youth, did believe,

But then I became a pawn in the game,

Of pleasure and pain while buried in shame.

Disease of the mind was mine from the start;

Genetic gift that seems to tear apart

All chance to live a loving life with care

Through bonds of blood disease refused to share..

Complex confusion and then off to war,

Wasted and worn to my broken down core.

Leaving those years and those fears far behind,

I come to this road to reach out and find,

The way back to me, the one I can see,

To find final peace with this final plea.

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