Strength.

How the strong do fall

When faced with eternal agony

And who, besides to ourselves

Do we weaken in the night

We pose questions unanswered

By non existent presence

Unto the darkness and the moon

No calls are heeded

Weaker still

This iron exoskeleton grows weary

For when all men do weep

The strong mimic pillars

Of buildings unshattered

No heel of Achilles shall tear

Them down

Yet in solitude, still we lie

Warm mineral filled liquid travels

Shock at the unknown

The armor so quickly laid down

A moment of weakness ensues

Ever brief

As the strong suit up

For life’s war yet again

Author: Moonsomnia

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