Fight Poem by Nightshade Starlight

I can't find the fight
That was once in me.
It seems as if I've ran
Out of the thing that had
Kept me running on.
I stare at nothing in
Particular and do nothing.
I can remember the fire
That had ran through my veins.
Anger, Frustration, Determination.
All that fighting instinct
Once kicked in and I would do
Anything to make it boil down.
I can remember it coming to
The surface of my consious
And letting it loose.
Now I stare off into the distance.
I don't understand where it went.
I don't know how I got here.
So I look at the sky,
And see everything.
Wishing for the fight to come back.
Instead I get empty scilence
And the fight escapes.