BrokenEchoes

  I had hoped for progress I had hoped for growth But I woke to more of the same Each day we wage the same battle That we fought the day before We face an unchanging enemy On an unvarying battlefield Is this one eternal struggle Or an uninterrupted series  Of duplicate conflicts Commanded by identical leaders Against ceaseless foes We troops are exhausted We warriors are disheartened We soldiers grow weary  Of this perpetual conflict Will it ever end?  

  When I was offered a bowl of flame I drank eagerly There was a promise of havoc And I had a thirst for chaos I yearned for any novelty Any disruption to this mundane survival So I drained the blazing vessel And dashed it to shards on the floor I readied myself for excitement that did not come The wildfire spread within me, but quickly Dwindled to a burnt-out smolder Ashes coated my guts  My bones were soot-blackened I should never have expected more I returned with disappointment to my empty existence.