The QUESTion

"Write a poem, dedicate it to me,"
She says.
His eye cheats on her....
As he glimpses
Far away, breathing, in the trenches
Fighting
On the other side, his own soul
Flickering lies his darkness
Nourished by his own flame of life
She questions, and he answers, "Contradiction,"
She goes on, flaming more of the darkness
As he believes, would lead him to a path
Where everything seems to strike a deal with his soul
And he gets to keep his peace
But as he sees the enemy within,
He wonders if he could let go of the chaos
Since the chaos promise him a quest
That fulfill his life's nights and nights alone
Offending a day of a smile,
Of a glitter, of hope,
But if he chose this, he would break his promise
Of exploring, of knowing,
Of being,
A heart's that's close to him
He lies to her...
Life is his mistress, and Death, his soul-mate