A Puzzle Too Abstract Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

There was no strength to withdraw from the situation,
As she swung her sword again,
Yielding results best served through professional means
Warrior Princess took the wrong stand on volatile footing,
Mistaking being hurtful as being firmly truthful,
Miles from accuracy
Madness not a faucet that can be aroused or doused with a few well-meaning sentimental platitudes,
Reasoning a window with an obstructed view sealed airtight
An army of conflictions in which a puzzle too abstract emerges,
Causing sobbing to take charge of the moment
Wiping his face with her tears didn't do,
As they both ended up wet and without shelter from their feelings