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Infinity

There stands an ocean so vast
As to consume all the mind can imagine
Along it shores stand two men
From their own lives long outcast


The younger of the two scorns the other
For it was he who turned his back
Broke the promise of hope and prosperity
To whom he directs his attack
So lost is this of the two
He's forgotten how to love
Broken it is, his heart in pieces
In agony for that he dreams of.

Across the sea, in his endless wisdom
Sits the elder of this pair
In silence he watches the ways
And counts the days
Wondering how he got there
No pain does he feel
The sadness long since forlorned
And he longs for the day, to see again
All that which he has scorned.

The sea it rumbles and quakes
And storms without an end
Filled with the tears and the madness
Both parties relentlessly send
A scorched sky rains acid overhead
It tears away at their skin
No more do they dream of what could be
But all that is lost within.

You see both men are me
In my madness I still dwell
No remorse do I feel, no love do I desire
Tied forever to this hell
Forgotten I have, the dreams of my youth
Lost I have, the ambition to carry on
Gone it is, all which I have attained
No sun rises on this dawn.

Infinity awaits this endless fight
Between two sides of the mind
An end there is, yet I cannot see
No motivation left to find.

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  • Virulent Malice
    October 28

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    I think this would be better revised as a piece of prose than poetry. It reads as broken up prose. A poem doesn't have to rhyme, but it becomes more of a poem if it is a rhyme and the rest of the language is a bit laissez-faire and not enriched with imagery.