Intensity

Everything grinds to a halt
A singularity
A point of infinite pressure
The weight of the world on my shoulders

How can I remove the burden?
Ignore and hide away?
Stand rigid under the weight?
Just run and flee responsibility?

Should I be brave and withstand the arrows
Shot from all sides accurate in fire?
Do I have a shield handy?
Or do I just deflect them when I can?

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The calm is but a break of peace
The aftermath of the siege
Smoke rising from the landscape
As rebuilding begins
And all that was destroyed
Is cast into the ditch as rubble

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Here they come again
Flailing swords of words
Slashing towards my throat
A heavy blade of hatred
Searching for the blood
That would end my life

Fighting through the fear
With bold intensity
My hands grow tired
My arms grow weary
All spins round until….

We have victory!