The Struggle Poem by Collin Mich

The ground shakes
The night quakes
My fear is rising
The tide is coming
They are coming

The night surrounds me
I’m being swallowed by the sea
Of constant dread
Before their march my bravery has fled
They are coming

They blacken the night with their foul smell
How could I have befell
Such a cursed end
How against can I defend
They are coming

I can hear them in the distance
I could never hope to put up resistance
The pounding drum is so close
What evil deed have I sowed
They are coming


I look to my left
I realize, of friends I’m not bereft
If we stand as one
There will be no need to run
They are coming

I gather my courage
I am comforted by the knowledge
That we will survive
I start to feel alive
They are coming

I face the oncoming tides
And I look in to their eyes
I see fear so great
That no artist could paint
They are coming
And we are ready