Ditch Born

The ground momentarily seems to tremble yet still I walk testing foot over foot. The wars were never really won, just a brief respite temporary, moments in flux ready to be interrupted.

And these emotions are coming and I'm not ready. Like falling into a bottomless pit, the winds of regret strong and steady. Forsake nightmare for dream replace the death march with righteous scream.
I will not fall. I cannot fail.

Blade in my teeth I dive. I'm stabbing deep seeded fears and eating them alive. I come with all of my fury, there is nowhere left to hide.

Be my frustrations, dictate, be the hang nail. Get your point across and leave. It's only blood, it is only holding back the torrent of the flood.

Simple