red eyed cold spot
infestation
do you believe my resolve has happened by chance,
it’s taken years of searching and long and tiring ceaseless nights,
churning over books, old laments and drawn out monologues,
trying to find the cause and invariably the way to win a lost war,
I was small when i first took this mantle from my mirrored face,
now older in years and not brighter in the fade of smile,
my demons don’t rest or play in the sun or snow,
they don’t sit on their hands and idle so how can i,
