I Believe Poem Is The Voice Of The Soul

It's over

[center]All’s gone, despair awaits me
Is it true? Could it be?
Nay, it was just an instant
An instant that was eternal
Until Doomsdays
Behold, I will not give in nor
Will I give up
I’ll try, and fail
I’ll try again, and fail
I’ll never win, it’s over, I know
But until the end is here I will not
Surrender
How can you smile at a time like this?
How can I mourn at a time like this?
When we lose, it’s all gone
When we win, it’s all lost
What’s the point of feeling then
If all we can feel is touch
And all we touch is our emotions.
And when we lose them, it’s over.
Isn’t it over?
I shouldn’t be bewailing about this
I should just accept what life was leading to
Death
Easy alternative
Hoped for but never came
Now I can only indulge in what’s left of me
Is there anything left?
Just a cold petrified dark soul
Waving over a crystallized heart
Should it end this way?
Can it?
I could keep wandering
But it just did.[/center]