A story now has breached beginning,
Dawning ere a rightful ending.
Love reduced to devastation;
A stopping place, my destination.
Seeing neither halting the demise;
Draping abstract shroud upon my eyes.
Heeding not precise advice;
Blindly thinking they had lied!
Could this be the consequence?
What will let me regulate?
Maybe this is preference
Manifested by my helpless state.
Stories never last forever;
Blessings come and go like weather.
In this state of contradiction
My heart is rent by this decision:
Traverse the gap; reveal the gate,
Or dwell on things I cannot change.
The road is paved, but here's a split
I fear will lead into a pit
Now the sign clearly I can read:
"Travel back around or go where you need.
Moving on might make you bleed
But looping wounds internally!"
The definition is made again.