Emanations Of The Heart

Ξ miss exist Ξ

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.