The Last Great Battle
I heard the faintest scream from the depths of my being, for what
I kept locked up for far so long resurfaces in a sweet mad motion,
As if telling me to run, because ‘here we go again’.
For the longest time, I pretended I was not running away, and I
Thought I have put up a brave front as I ‘walk in a fast dignified manner’.
With my back turned away, as my chest tear and bleed, and beat
Out of control, and I am out of my wits. Hot sheer tears drain my eyes to
More pain, and in the darkness, I hear it fast approaching, mouth all watering
Ready… to devour me one more time, to laugh like hell at my weakness.
My feet are weary and my lungs dry, but a heightened sense seize me.
I am tired – tired of being gnawed upon by truths I try to deny and fail. My
Feeble frame can take no more self-induced beatings, no more…
And no more running away, so I stop. And for what felt like forever, I
Locked gazes with such a terrible site… and a mad sense of fear possessed me,
But this time equaled – or exceeded – by anger; A rage that brought back all
I lost, and all unreturned shall be repaid. On my back I felt chills and
On my veins I felt cold as the gap become closer and closer… and gone.
But I fear no more.