Untitled.

Into the coldest nights of the month,

we grope onto the aches

that heart is beating of

while we lay down to rest

mind has trouble obeying

priority chose success

while maturity tortured pleasure

facts and memories leads to the very path, evidently.

While intuition and feelings

were thrown back into the alley

when enough is too much

for the tortured soul

in solitary they must remain be

not to patch up

but to prepare for the next battle.