The Camouflage

Besotted with paradise never known
fantasy of ruins ever known, must reality be known
shalt come the long way
anger and beseech long forgotten;

World of love sought by
after all had been ones thought
sufferings and hurt at what cost
these questions never fought;

When queries stand in place of a passionate hug
the sense of belonging soon lost
battles that were reigning past
befallen like a braveheart;

Misery and might that forever fight
internal tug that rages war
soft kiss that would take the ache near the heart
that failed to beat any far;

Weighing thy pressing demands over
thou shalt stay behind guards
of honour to look ahead into the oblivion of barring skies
avenging the storm of emotions I continue to stand,
as lightening strikes through my core