Bodily Warfare

Tears silently slide from stone cold eyes,
as though the brain wrings itself dry,
Confusion and fear at every core,
slick beads of sweat from every pore.
The mind wracks itself with fear,
a body of anguish torn like the lands of Lear.
Control wavers 'tween forces so strong,
Mars and Venus wage war with the sun.
Air thins and the sun burns out,
ready to sleep after such a long bout.

Lie in the grass,
let the earth cover,
and the winds pass,
as nature takes over.

Saved by a friend,
a certain, special, friend.

She lends a hand and shows him hope,
when all he wants, is to elope.
To run away with someone so dear,
and pray that she might relieve his fear.
Together they walk upon a pond,
they look to the ground and see something fond: Himself
A twin, but not a twin, but a hope for some peace,
calm the tides, find the missing piece
of his own tortured soul, by staring into his own soul,
and discern the truth from within the shoals.