At the Intersection of Destiny & Despair

In the squeamish silence of cyclical surrender, 
a haunting reminder appears from behind,
In a blitz, 
Choices do matter! 

What  could’ve been prevented?
What pain did prevail?

In each stage, a new contender;
A warrior is not a constant, 
But a winner will be chosen. 

What rage, what shame,
It’s all the same 
Until it’s not…

Not now, my dear,
There’s too much mending 
Left to do. 

Oh, what’s the use,
But not for truth? 

Or perhaps,
Redemption?

What qualities 
Can guarantee
A piece of mind? 

Struggle this,
Fumble that,
With bad habits 
And dying fast;

What timeline 
did exist
Where I did 
reminisce? 

 Point the finger,
Shift the blame,
See it all 
Remain unchanged;

Woe, the unexpected 
Comes in waves 
To stray the course
Or fill some graves.

Wow! 
I am subjected
To something strange;

All the words
I did not have the strength
To say
And what sights
I saw 
But 
Did not see! 













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[What came to pass 
And what 
Could not
Be,

Will only make a difference
In history.]