Grasping Poem by Wade Fox

More and more I take in to play,
Is just all the sore and war in my way,
Dealing and fixing all of this,
I can't help but feel it grow with such a hiss,

Right and left, every way in sight,
Begins good but only ends with a fight,
I stand tall and only so strong,
What is this I've done wrong,

Grasping all sights into all I know,
What it is just becomes so slow,
Creeping and weeping as it crawls,
The shelter isn't protected by its walls,

Cold and shaken, all I know is so simple,
This isn't over and I am just humble,
And I need you more than ever,
My life is about to once more, sever.