as it will ever be

Moved by desire, I tried to save. But to do that, I’d need to know what I crave.

For it is not that of what is good that I am after. It’s knowing of suffering that I need to master.

I wish my pain was the only that I felt. I wish my grudges were the only I held.

Maybe surrender is the victory attainable. But for sure to keep fighting is not sustainable. At least not alone, but in my ranks there are none. But there’s so little I can do and so much to be done.

I wish to keep on fighting, but am without weapons to wield. But to attain them I would need to lose fights that I will not yield.