[laebedahs]

In the mind of one who suffers
a spec of life, a change of direction
can alter that who surely is bold.

Is it I who suffer? No, no…
It is a girl, a woman of love and desire,
with a mate who is not of the same qualites.
He is cold, lifeless, consumed by comfort and gluttony.

Will she vacate?
Will she walk from a life of uncertainy, pain, and unhappiness?
The one who loves her is not sure,
he is confused, worried.
Anger seeps from the wounds of anger,
trickling from a branched stream of a massive river.

But fear not!
Massive blocks of rock protude proudly,
fearless of their surroundings
to bar the unsought free flowing agony.

The mate is of ice within his veins,
the walls are in place.

What will happen now?