Lines,
Real or Imaginary they may be
Ones that can be felt by skin or by brain
The mythical objects that keep us under restraints
An experience
One that shatters and shredds one into pieces
But that's when Tyche keeps an eye
For one who's resilient is awarded
Boundaries
Entities that divide which then leads to demise,
Entities that separate which then leads to despise,
Entities that discern which then leads to yearn,
For yearning hollows one out
Despise then follows
For when the two combine, they push one to demise
Loss,
A phase when truth confronts
A time when faith is tested
A stage when one hits the rock bottom
Or rather the hardest rock at the very bottlom
But from then on,
One things for sure
Heading up is the only way...