The void of a voice, struggling, grasping reaching. exhaustion winding its way into the depths of the soul, darkness overcoming the breath of being. tired, despaired eyes wanting something but not knowing what, arms raised in exultation? A fallacy, therefore it must be a surrender, a white flag raised asking for mercy. The tears sliding down a cheek, washing into the earth, becoming saturated with all the has been lost. What has been won is a lost battle to the broken heart.