Struggle Poem by Dan Medina

Oh what do I call you?
For you are a lingering perception.
You present me with no escape,
stricken with a deprivation and a void which doth pierce this soul.
In your conquest to take away, you build this being.
In your despicable influence, you create this character.
In your deprivation, you inspire these thoughts.
For you are called many things by many people.
Are you a gentle solitude blessed with a subtle tranquility?
Or are you a stark loneliness staring into this void?
To prevent love, or to prevent pain?
Someday, you will be conquered.
Whether it be a blessing or malediction,
You will be lost. You will be replaced...