Fear
Grossly entangled in the wretched vines, all the way ignoring the glaring signs.
Abandon all hope ye who enter, or risk becoming your own tormentor
This feeling, this train, so unrelenting. Back and forth, disorienting.
What a shame you never learned to fight. Nor the sting of hunger, the rage of appetite
With body weak and mind so poisoned, you should have delayed the constant enjoyment
Ran swift with the fear to embrace a breach, strengthen the body, your mind, and speech
Laugh like you’re mad, but keep your focus center. Remember when you choose this route, there is no surrender
It requires every inch of you, the blood, the sweat and tears. To fight away the want to run and face down all your fears.
Copyright © Derek Walkama | Year Posted 2021
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