White Knuckling

My knuckles glow white,

from holding it all back.

This beast that’s cooped up deep inside,

Is big, strong, scary, and black.

It is relentless, it won’t let up up,

until it finds a way out.

So the fight grow ever harder,

I’m now stuck in a championship bout.

There is no will, there is no way,

no matter how hard I try.

It just won’t stop, it’ll never end,

immortal it refuses to die.

There is but one answer to the madness,

Only one way to end this fight.

When confronted with evil and darkness,

the only solution is LIGHT.

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2 replies

  1. the only solution is Light… nice 🙂

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