It's Final Poem by Marion Souma

Uncontrollably - speeding towards a dead end.
Inability to control the wheel
Crashing through a dead end brick wall
Pushed past the point of breaking

Missiles launched - destruction commanded - their coming at you
A target that won't be missed
Frantically searching for cover
You're every grain filled with one thought - survival.

Protecting your soul - all of you fighting, creating a trend
Causelessly restless you are in your ability to say how you feel
Power over you owned - so strong, no end to the height of this wall
Forced to take every blow - you know you're faking.

Such a yearning to stand tall, proud and true
Knocking you out with each breath - an iron fist…
Sorrow, anger and confusion lies with you - your soul's lover.
But within you determination grows, filling your being to the brim - the feeling is primal

Ability to give your love without any inner doubt - you know for you
it's meant
Each waking day is a gamble - a spin on the slot of life -
a roll of chance on the reel.
Freedom is fighting within - you're aware and daily you hear the
deafening call.
At the end of taking the fall - tired of your hearts constant aching.

Listening to those next to you - breaking out the answer - you're clue.
Holding the scalpel - carefully cutting out the parasitic cist.
You stand stronger, wiser and much…much tougher.
You are taking your power back,
Back in control and that is final.