Eudaimonia

When limbo rises from the dead, one wonders if it's really gone. 
a stones throw from the Buddha's pond. a life with wary visage. 
what conquers all and takes a throne? The living dead would stand and moan
"what wonders could I seek alone?" 
A carriage then pulls whom is lost. a sadness stricken at a cost
"what courage can I come to?" for what is gone will come to pass. 
and something new will mend the cast. A strike to bring you to your knees.
the pain so bad you want it out. but you can't do it with a shout. You mope and bleed 
the feeling out and hope one comes to help you. "Please?" you beg an empty sky.
"Help?" you pound the ground. 

A shining light feels cold. the dry tears now feel old. 
a year has gone. what can be done? but go on with your sorrow.

A shade of musky water pours from a broken glass.
the blind can lead the blind for authority does pass. 
we seek redemption from an act, but more we seek our fate.
and as a problem grows our anger escalates. 

what rash decision does bear bitter fruit? 

what rotten fruit can spoil a weave so absolute? 

But there is yet attention paid to masters of disguise
where weary creatures seek a mask to be part of the guise. 

The cursive is yet spent. and every line now bent. if such a pleasant end were met would there then be regret?