Weak Mars: Drive’s Fading, Dying Breath

Mars lies dormant, a fire’s fading breath. Drive retreats, where passion knows no death. Will’s shadow falls, on paths where strength should tread. Apathy lingers, where desires lie unsaid. Can sparks ignite, when embers lie so dead?

Boundaries blur, where assertiveness should reign. Voices fade low, where needs should find their gain. Decisions falter, in fear’s cold, lonely chain. Can strength be found, when courage knows no pain?

Motivation sleeps, where dreams should brightly burn. Potential fades, where chances never turn. Frustration mounts, in hearts that softly yearn. Can life be lived, when passions never learn?

Vitality wanes, where strength should brightly glow. Fatigue descends, where energies lie low. Vulnerability’s chill, in shadows, dark and slow. Can spirit rise, when bodies cease to flow?

Inner fires wait, beyond the fading light. Assertiveness sought, where shadows lose their might. Can will awake, from slumber, long and deep? Or does weakness leave, a soul that cannot leap?