what stands ahead
blocking you now
from the endgame
are fears conjured
hopes dashed
heartbeats faltered
will you trek onward
facing obstacles
with white knuckles
open cuts bleed
leaving trails
of yesterday
from agony you left
only to fall upon
ill contentions
now you see terror
eyes glazed over
tragedy will befall you
yet march on
failure is not given
until success is attempted
they hear not of you
but of your actions
albeit, the last of them