FINE

The dwindling certainty admonishes me, "What I should've been doin' !

The audacity with which I condemn myself, now;

Had I pitched it rightly before.

I see myself being hurled and then crashing with a thud.

When unrest spurts out, and I bleed,

Uncovering the void, it wrecks my guts like never before.

Utterly undemanding to keep going with those tuggers,

But quite strenuous when it comes to retiring with them.

Never been able to anticipate a single approach,

Even after being apprised of their ardent army.

Wriggling in despair when I look forward to a mere........

Well, I tell myself, 

"Just don't. Get out of it. Move. Fast. What is this ache you keep feeling all the time! I don't believe it!"