At Days End I Rage

Battle lines drawn Stance firm Weapon in hand. I step into the war zone I'm rigid. Already defeated. So much to see. All the red. I grip, I breathe, I brace. Everything in me says turn and go. You've lost this one. No shame. Just go. The space around me feels closed in and tight. I take a step. One more. Apprehension. Disgust. So much red. Do I have a plan? Do I have an escape route? One more step in. I'm so close. So much red. Head up. I forge onward. I let out a deep war cry and face my opponent. Effing spaghetti. Will these dishes ever get done? Geeze people not everything is about hearbreak