Fear's Resolve Poem by Richard Lyne

Deep in thought, I strike a cause to live down,
And there’s no place left to lay my white noise down.
We’ve talked over all the things we hope for,
But to save the world is not enough to lose.
I know you’re pure, my girl.
But I’m blasphemy in my own crystal ball.
You don’t know what I’ve become inside my eyes,
For there’s entropy and love I left behind.
I made things bad, my girl.
So there’s nothing I can do to save the world.
You could drive the stakes into my chest, love.
Into my bones, into my head, into my blues beside the red.
When I hurt us as I know I will someday,
Could you forgive?
When I lose my grasp on what I thought would stay,
How will we live?
I’d believe that I could die for truth, my sweet,
But there’s every expectation left to meet.