thehypocrite

I am the rock upon which
The water breaks.

Not the path of least resistance.
I am the hard journey uphill both ways.

The mountain that remains
Even after twilight fails.

Not the mist that burns away
With the morning sun.

I fight the losing battle
Until the enemy grows weary.

Not the shifting dune
Prey to the season's wind.

I am duty over love,
Or I am dead.

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