All But Lost

Five springs have passed,
Since that day of error,
Since the arrow struck me,
It penetrated deep into spirit.

I can barely remember the day,
But I can never ever forget it,
That day changed everything,
It changed how I see the world.

I remember a shadow of a past,
A past I no longer can remember,
I remember the day of incident,
Which would ripple to today.

Today seems nothing more than,
Chaos courted by drunken Gods,
Insanity preached by the Monks,
And pain caused by the God of Love.

Just as the greeks launched,
A thousand ships for Helen,
Cupid shot in my direction,
A thousand arrows for her.

How could I resist his barrage?
Is there any mortal able enough?
The arrows released by the Gods,
The wounds still feel fresh as ever.

I don't know what the future holds,
But life has taught me long before,
Hope would preach disappointment,
Prayers would fall on stone ears.

I don't know what the future holds,
But if the trend of today carries on,
If the wounds of today burn tomorrow,
I shall believe the Gods have no love.

No love for the human race,
No love for the purest soul,
No mercy for those suffering,
No release for those in pain.

I don't know who shall listen,
I don't know if these words,
Will ever change what happens,
But I shall yet cling on to hope.

Even as the arrows continue to sting,
And drain the soul of its divine spirit,
I will see the light overpower darkness,
Even if I do cling on to a fool's hope.