Only The Beginning Poem by Derick Stinson

Raising the sword of vengeance the bringer of death waves truth in your face,
Beads of sweat, torments of yesterday with possibilities of a crime without a trace,
Who is that dark one that continues to stalk me within hallucinations of a dream,
Realities blur with velocities of bullets, hot with action, and the perpetrator a fiend,
Hands try to grab me and hold the flesh of my skin within the realm of reality,
Those feelings that surge and can't be stopped as tidal waves cause fatalities,
Reaching the forks in the road and seemingly stuck on a one way track,
The goodness and full of heart feelings that used to fulfill now seem to lack,
The ability to completely remove the once fixed and broken mind,
The renewed strength may not be what you seek and instead what you find,
Is a healed dangling flesh eating virus that mutated into a harvest of unexpectation,
Just as you reach the peak of that infected mountain your tingling body shows realization,
The obstacles are just beginning and the achievement of body over the recesses of the brain,
To the normal sentient the awareness of this damaging truth can drive most insane.