The Fierce Desolation

The fierce desolation conquering my soul
Is so unrelenting, and it takes its toll.
On wanting things to be the way they once were,
It’s a noble wish, but fate’s a saboteur
Of things made out of love, with death the end goal.
 
I wander the roads wanting to be made whole,
Needing you to battle despair for control
Of my heart so that it does not reoccur-
The fierce desolation.
 
Expressions of love are your ace in the hole;
My hand grasped in yours to take a midnight stroll.
The gravel beneath our feet will not deter
Us from the precious voyage love will prefer
So that we may throw away, onto the charcoal,
The fierce desolation.

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Words: fierce, voyage, gravel, wander, noble, precious, battle, & expression
 
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