Lost Will Poem by Alex McCullough

Walking through the crowded streets of this industrialized city,
I wander around aimlessly to see where you might be.
Standing on the street corner, looking for a ride,
Underground in the tunnels, riding the transit line,
Across the street at a bakery, eating donuts,
Or just waiting in the middle of nowhere, till somone calls out to you,
You could be in any of these places,
Or maybe someplace else,
But deep in my mind,
I know where you are,
With your newfound courage,
You'll run around the town anxiously,
Combating the fears that used to chase after you,
To discover the answer of where this all began,
Retracing the breadcrumbs scattered through your memories,
Walking pass the faces of those who kept searching for you,
The ones that were there with you, watching your back,
And the ones who lost hope and left you in the dust,
Sneaking around each and every corner,
Glancing at the large number of enemies waiting for you,
And the group of people who are just there,
Wondering which one is your true foe,
Standing under the lavender moon as cherry blossoms fall,
You'll say, 'What could I have done without you there? ',
You think, 'Was I really in love with you? ',
You see, 'Thank you for all you've done for me.',
Awoken by the sound of shattered glass,
Images of destruction and madness fill your head,
Reminding you that the very power you hold,
Was the same one that took them away from you,
With a deep thought running through your heart,
The times of happiness and joy slowly leave you,
As a childish smirk appears on it too,
Glad to have caused all this suffering and pain,
Quickly thrown back into reality,
You stand before the foes at hand,
Dodging all the hits they throw at you,
Using your determination as a sword to cut through them,
They turn into a mirror as you stand before yourself,
The bloody mist of times long passed holding your feet,
You forget everything and punch forward,
Shattering the mirror and yourself,
Giving end to this endless cycle of sadness,
Kneeling on the ground, broken and helpless,
Having on a blade of friendship to hold you up,
A light breaks through the darkness,
As a figure reaches out towards you,
Reminding you of who was there from the beginning,
And is there now.