Irrevocablility torments The mind struggles and the heart laments Sight blurs, pretence fragments.
In wakefulness, subconscience gnaws
In deep slumber, denial dissolves.
Acquiescence, shrewdest of realms
Punishes with shadows in dreams
Unforgiving pricks of could’ve been.
Destiny, is still and always half-revealed
A lifelong irony that wounds and heals.