Elegy of Emptiness
An Elegy by Anonymous Malink
I fear a motive, sweeping hardness,
A hot beaming sol ablaze upon my skin,
A frozen pooling whirl spiraling beneath my chin,
A darkened desperate love, setting fire to my soul,
Yet nothing seemed to pay the toll
This is my story…
I walked for days, I walked for weeks, I walked for months on end,
With broken bones, and nasty scars, and wounds I could not tend,
At last I found what I had searched for right around the bend,
But ne'er again would I see my soldiers and my friends,
I fear a motive, sweeping fast,
A distant light beyond my reach,
A man who could not hear my speech,
A wondrous turning of my voice,
Yet I saw not beyond my choice,
This is my story…
In the end I saw the naught,
I fought the fight,
I thought the thought,
But nothing seemed to break the wrought,
That you began before you brought,
The men had listened to what you taught,
But neither my speech nor what I sought,
And in the end, I was distraught,
Something seen is nothing done,
And so the world has barely begun,
And so I close this elegy,
With emptiness; my empty plea…