Bring The Fight To Me Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I got to keep fighting back with all my will.
It is not enough swallow a bitter pill.
The fun and thrill long over.
Had to show that side of me.
A man not so serious.
An actual human, not by name but emotion.
To much long pent up devotion.
Desire for so many closures.
Like fissure the steam continues escape.
Maybe a prelude to many mistakes.
But all the same they are mine to make.
Somebody has to pay, let me be the first to bleed.
Distractions oblivious to me.
Stopping that which is necessary, no more, no less.
A task to set and undress.