A Riddle for those Who Dare

When all the joys are empty joys
and all the dreams are hopeless ones
When all my thoughts are listless ones
that kill those things for which I stand
When all my tears are for lost shots
at happiness, the great escape
When all my words seem to fall on
the deafest of the deaf ears and minds
That is when I am at my best
When the pain's so deep it bleeds
my soul so dry it cracks and breaks
When the Knife is firmly in my back
and the slings and arrows are poised to kill
When the Hell is lit aflame and sears
my flesh with a burning pang of hate
When the lies again bring tears to my eyes
and shake me at my very core
That is when I may crack a smile…
For that is when I will be alive!

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