Fear is intense.

I am frozen.

Something like a deer stuck between an 18-wheeler and a highway fence.

    I awoken in a graveyard of unfinished efforts and many failed attempts

Condemned to these grounds by judge, jury, and victim.

Yet another charade of my ruthless, unchallenged system.

It smells of rotting flesh; every past & future self that could have surely exist.

Trying not to get devoured by their decaying, dense, grey, toxic mist.

A challenge from the gatekeeper.

In the dark corners lay all the demons he kept hidden tight,

they are currently on the search for new life.

Victories come near, other times they seem far from sight,

the lessons from this land are nothing of the good fight.

             Its about seeing everything in this life as perfectly right.

I am thankful for freedom, and star lit nights