random... poetry? haha. can this even be considered poetry? XP
&1;; dig in deep to see better
because for every action
there's a hidden motive.
for every motive a will...
for every ounce of will an emotion
-- that fuels the initiative
and motivates for the sake of
the motive.
so are acts of kindness, goodwill,
hatred, despair
as they are among the myriad of actions
a person can do for a myriad of motives
with an indefinite amount of will;
but for an emotion only one and precise.
&2;; the irony of losing (to love)
a feeling of asphyxiation grows within you.
sweat dropping, eyes shifting, palms clasping
uncertainty.
as IT draws nearer and nearer
to you. to stay with you. to own you.
panic!
and you struggle to escape IT.
threaten IT? bribe IT away? run away from IT?
helplessness.
until you realize you are no match against IT. (you never were)
and you succumb to it. you accept it. you own it as your own.
defeat.
and yet...
and yet in the end, what's gained is
happiness.
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