Discord
The brilliant light.
The sights, the delight.
To be alive, I thank the divine.
I live this day, no guilt in mind.
Suddenly at unease, a conflict inside.
It taunts me and flaunts with ease.
How it wins every time.
I struggle and I persevere. I will not fall.
My anger surges, I would fight them all.
I am a beam of rage but my adversary hides.
My fists would swing but there is nothing to strike.
I hate the world as I watch the death.
My sight struggles for something tangible to vent.
My thoughts, they worry.
They tell me of plight.
I must make haste.
A worry inside.
My palms, they sweat.
My brow, it beads.
My heart, it races.
My mind, it flees.
I run; out of sight.
I run; out of mind.
The panic, the pressure.
Running until the end of time.
