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


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