Leaving Him To His Destiny

He battles daily in his war games,

Shooting stress balls determined to win the fight,

Emotions are high, the pain of cannon fodder,

His confining armour strangling him, suffocatingly tight.

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His head bows at his brutal memories,

Rifle shots of heartache boom through the air,

Bullets of forgetfulness miss him on every fire,

If only, he’d ditch his memories, no longer wanting to be aware.

***

His long distance call for help a travesty,

Too bad he’d burnt that loving bridge,

Walked away in pride, deliberately trying to destroy,

Now wishing he could take it back, remove that scarred ridge.

***

Love is not something you can destroy,

Throw away and gift to a thundering storm,

Then change of mind has him dig for treasure,

His shame, his regrets, pretending he can transform.

***

The hand-grenade he held to her throat,

Laughing at the terror, the fear he placed in her eyes,

Pretending to be her guardian Angel,

As he removed the bomb, throwing it to be desensitised.

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Now he struggles with his demons,

Needing her love to cast them back inside,

Oh dear, the bridge is flaming hot, destroyed,

And she’s on the other side.

***

She calls out clearly, for his sensitive ears that are begging,

“Goodbye dear destruction, the cyclonic force,

I gave you all of me and you trashed it, broke it, made me bleed,

So now I leave you for Karma, allowing her to take the appropriate course.”

***

With the echo of her words reverberating down his spine,

She gives a heart wrenching smile, her eyes gently saying ‘so long’,

As she slowly turns her back on him, walking away,

Leaving him to his destiny, his causation, his lesson in which he belongs.

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