Deep, haunting blue eyes stare into the flames of remorse

Patiently waiting for time to run and take its own course

Every second brings a new, neurotic thought of self-doubt

Will tomorrow be different? Will I be one who is without?

A panic-stricken feeling illuminates the blue hue of pain

Warm, gentle, reassuring words are absent time and again

Light the fuse of compassion and rely on many of its strengths

Many men have fought for, died, and gone on to great lengths

To seek love and knowledge of being loved at great expense

Invisible tears well up inside the mind and refuse to descend

The aftermath of intentional cruelty chooses not to make amends

All that’s left is unsurpassed intensity carved out by endurance

Jaded, most lose hope and fall to the insecure, pessimistic assurance

That what we have is eternal and everlasting, though here briefly

Failing to realize that all we really have is the dirt beneath me