Sometimes,
there are no easy ways out.
Sometimes,
all there is
is the war.
Attacks that never stop,
assaults that never cease;
there is no peace
for the unapologetic.
I’ve fanned the flames
of rage and hate and desire,
poured a little gas onto the fire
and watched as it burned all that I love.
Prayed to God above
for the rain to come,
but only saw the Sun.
Sifted through the ashes
for old bones,
some evidence of what I was.
Nothing left, but a torn throat
and a broken mind,
ravaged by the smoke.
I have paid for wasting
every day
and now,
I think it’s time I let
the snakes out of my mouth.
Their venom is a tincture
that can heal,
but pain stays in the brain
longer than they say.
I’ll do alright,
too hard to be ground down
further than I am.
The weight
of the wait
is a burden I will bear.
The rest of the world
will just have to understand.
I’m not sure that I’ll ever
lay down
and die.
I’ll be here forever;
a testament to stubborn pride.
A single tear
from a single eye,
shedding all the pain in the world.
Ready now,
to take on the world.
Sometimes,
life is a knife fight.
HG – 2016
