Frustration festers
in long-neglected corners
With nowhere to direct the anger
it implodes

Nothing can drown out the pounding,
the beating drums of war
The imminent victor we never recognize
mind over matter, or love over life?
Does it really matter in the end?

The road is only wide enough for one
and if you squeeze someone in, you must
watch them fall away
Until with weary feet and a
bruised broken heart
you arrive at no destination.
You could drag yourself through this
overrated, compensated, violated
journey that we live for
Or step off
and let go.