The Mind Speaks

The Fight Is On

Deep piercing despair, I can feel you there.
Torturing, grasping each free second you find.
Stabbing, aching debilitating pain, trying to break down hope,
Striving for insane.
Fighting every ounce within my mind.
Rejecting your advances, mentally scrambling my chances.
Deep in the soul digging for hope in vain,
In hopes to over come the savages gain.