a poem a bit abstract
Faith laughed at my inspiration.
Strength was dazed,
when weakness awoke from its sedation.
I wasn't compelled to go against the resistance.
I promised a fight,
but it dwelled on the surface of your persistence.
I haven't the eyes I once had.
I can't see your movements,
but I feel your presence is rather sad.
Your danger is prolonging through time.
I won't defeat the anger,
for it would only seem like a crime.
Unbend the extension.
Submit the ease.
Our friendship is but a bliss memory,
and my death a breeze.