Conquer OR Perish #1

Heaviness pervades my soul
Dank and standing up to
the desire height
Now seems a mission probably impossible

For quite long nothing has happened
To take my thoughts away from the menace
Of these chimeras of cramp rooms and open space
Yet in this nasty period of purgery
I dear not speak out loud!

In all these beats me more
Than the insidious and the insolent spirit
Whose stratagem and subtle cunning
Almost left me bereft of my manliness

of course, i gave the notice and
With all fixity of purpose i'd resolved
That this spirit shall no longer garnish my side
And thus did i provoke for myself.
A fate that almost claimed my soul

So often, i had to bend to withstand
the riddle of the proverbial death wind
Yet this stubborn spirit never ceased
To flash its unbridled sward!

But giving up, i know, is by no means
A way out of this drain of bilge
That swishes back and forth
Under the constant pummeling by these treacherous folks
And so i'd resolve to pick up the gauntlet.