Behind empty eyes, <br />in a restless mind, <br />thrown about in violent turmoil, <br />lives a vanquished soul. <br /> <br />It was placed there <br />not by love or indifference, <br />but by choice. <br />in dark corners, <br />surrounded by ink black thoughts, <br />it now resides, <br />always looking for a small ray of light <br />but never living in hope. <br />It has lost its will. <br />The urge to fight has settled.<br /><br />Dewald Viljoen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/choices-47/
