The push-
The strain,
The pull-
The drain,
Sweat drips down a taught brow
As adrenaline floods from vein to vein.
I step-
Push onward,
I kick-
Fall forward,
My limbs numb from pain grapple and grip
As my mind teeters between the Fail-and-Win border.
The past-
Near,
The present-
Ever here,
My future lies on a precarious edge
As I force my mind to squander my fear.
I wish-
Predict,
My life-
A gift,
In which I am to prepare
To make my existence missed.

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Emanations Of The Heart
PoetryΞ if actions speak louder than words why is the pen mightier than the sword Ξ