Trapped

Trapped in the midst of my weakened heart, I am surrounded by unperishable thoughts whilest I see all possibilities yet only destroying my heart more, knowing some of the possibilities will be fulfilled and others denied, also knowing if the denied ones become fulfilled,I shall never conquer the mocking fate that shall smirk at me when the inevitable occurs and I, the forfeited love, vanquished and undeniably conquered once more for I may have succeeded only momentarily at taking one love from another and trying to defeat fate once and for all. I become baffled at the thought that I might have won the battle so easily yet the smirk of fate remains. Fate is watching my every move, counteracting with equal or greater power and force, allowing me to see that I am nothing in comparison to fate. The more I struggle, the greater the battle seems therefore the more power fate deals towards my every move. Still, I struggle again, enhancing my strength with more power than I imagined out of myself, yet with such ease fate overcomes my efforts, and I lie in the cool grass, near insanity, dwelling upon my thoughts and assuring my existence and reasoning for the battle of myself and fate. At the top of my lungs, I scream "Why do you do this to me?" Instead of answering me, fate says, "Why do you doubt my decisions?" I pondered and dwelled upon many solutions to the forementioned question, hastefully spoken by fate itself. I, then was struck by a blow only fate could deal and it brought tears to my eyes. So simple a question it seemed, yet without an answer good enough to satisfy fate's hunger for the knowledge. Realizing my passion and confidence of the alteration of man's greatest challenge has been destroyed, I swallowed my pride and I hid my face and the shame upon it, away from fate. Defeated again, I collected my thoughts and wearily walked away. As I began my journey for the next battle with the everlasting victor, fate spoke softly to me, yet assuringly, "You need not battle me for you will never win. There shall be a day to come that we will fight together. Remember, fate always has its way." As I fell to my knees, I pleaded, "But when? When shall we fight as one? I beg of you. Have you no heart? Can you not see I am but a tortured fragment of the world? I beg of you from the depths of my pierced and slain heart,don't leave me here for the shadows of insanity to rip me apart! I need a reason to go on with my journey of this seemingly illusional life." His only reply was spoken carefully, "Soon you will find me again and we will be as one and fight as one. Alas, you will be victor as well as I." For once, I, alongside fate, smirked at even the thought of being victor over my life. My eyes glimmered in the twilight from the love-filled tears of destiny, as they streamed down my face. My ambition has finally been fulfilled and my weariness faded into a smile as I realized, although defeated, I felt immortal.