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The Broken Path



The snow continues its fall,
As his steps continue on.
The crimson red breaking it all,
As his steps continue on.

The path is covered with snow,
The white covering the falls.
But no matter how deep the hole,
His heart continues its call.

How long must I wander,
To seek what I cannot find.
To wander through the dark,
In the hopes of finding the other.

Even when I feel this pain,
Why do others bring theirs to me?
And for what purpose?
Do they not see my own?

But it is through helping others,
My own ceases for a little while.
The crimson ceases its flow,
And I dare show a smile.

A few see through the smile,
And realize how empty it is.
Bereft of the emotion that is felt,
Because of the pain that was dealt.

But the steps continue to fall,
The broken path continues on.
For if he stops now,
He may not continue on.

Bullets fly,
And mortars fall.
But through it all,
He knows he cannot fall.

For if he does now,
He would cause others sadness.
A brief look into his mind,
Into what he has always felt.

He lacks a feeling,
One that is said to make the world turn.
But is he better off without it?
Or just blinding himself,
To not feel the pain of running?

The falls remind him of the feeling,
That which his heart lacks.
The reason for its calling,
And why he is continually falling.

But he doesn’t trust others now,
Because of the pain they dealt.
How can he move past,
The pain he has always felt?

Can she help heal them?
So that the red no longer falls?
Or are his ears deceiving him,
Fooling him into following a false call?

Is his mind the one longing?
Or is his heart the one calling?
Calling for the missing half,
Completely bereft of the emotion.

Oh how his arms ache,
With the emotion of emptiness.
How the feeling of loneliness,
Creeps down through his entire core.

Yet he continues through the storm,
The white continues its fall.
Through it all the girl continues to play,
Waiting for someone to answer his quiet call.