The Last Defense

No home to return to
no heart that might care
no warmth on a cold night
I sit and I stare

at the nothingness that threatens me
thatís what my lifeís become
no God, no soul, no destiny
eternity is spun

of threads that are invisible
of links that often break
and life becomes unlivable
He gives, but then He takes

what mattered most, the meaning
and leaves an empty shell
while shadows darkly gleaming
become the fires of hell

with heaven but a memory
of dreams that softly died
our grief to tell the agony
as wind through willow sighed

The love, the pain, the last good-bye
of spirit always seeking
release, relief, a cosmic high
above, below are speaking

of all the love that might have been
if only once defense would fall
and let emotion take the lead
to tear down mighty walls

that once defended innocence
but now imprison soul
and here, beyond the last defense
the half becomes the whole...

? Michaelette ?

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