Surrender

Biting wind blows
ever colder

The flame of love
burns itself out

Broken promises
and expectation
poison the heart

A karmic war of attrition
fought on ashen moors
littered with casualties
of akashic memory
and innocence lost

I cannot see beyond
these siege fires
of hate and judgment

Choking
on shattered dreams
and gluttonous pride,
I am weary of this battle

When will it end?

Cold light of day -
white flag of surrender

But who has truly won?

I cannot say.