It wasn't anger,
Nor sadness,
There exists no singular expression,
No emotion from this lack of tension,
It isn't palpable,
Nor is it definable.
It's a crushing blow,
Defeat.
A sentence of damnation,
Handed down from a jury of mirrors,
The audience of wraiths is a laughing spectacle,
The judge a haunting spectre,
A portrait of what could have been
It is not weakening,
Everything is numb,
The defense chants nothing is wrong,
The prosecution declares the end,
How can I make you see,
This is not how I am?
The darkness is calling me,
Loyalty can't save you now;
A ship sailed so many years ago,
Why cannot you understand,
This is not who I am...
Life is mirrors,
What might have once been,
What should have been,
And what is.
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