The Walk of a Shattered Soul: The collective poetry of a lost individual trying to find his way

Here we find our survivor in this battle we call love. He is scarred and beaten but refuses to abandon hope. He continues to stride forth lest the haters of his life overtake him and place his head upon the pike. He laughs in the face of adversity and holds to his own ideals and not the narrow-minded views of the people who think they know whatever it is that they think they know. For he understands that to capture love to really capture the essence that is love, one must make himself a slave to its every whim. In so doing this he angers those all around for his own narrow-minded pursuit of the ever-elusive ideal that we call Love. He knows within his own heart that to grasp this idea is a possibility, perhaps a slim one but one all the same. And to see that there are haters who bar his way only reinforces the fact that he is on his way towards true enlightenment. That these haters exist to bar his way is proof that something guarded does exist in this life and life has placed obstacles to bar his way. To overcome these obstacles is in and of itself part of the battle for his life, his soul, his resurrection, and in essence his own immortality in the epoch of time itself.