Fade into Obscurity

Make the bad fade into obscurity
through shear willpower,
second-by-second,
hour-by-hour;
with grinding teeth
and gripping nails
that shriek on stone,
that make chalkboards pale;
forcing it to happen,
for the mountain to push back
with every ounce of muscle
and strength not to lack;
crushing the head
of the serpent that hisses
while making the lone protagonist,
survivor to be granted wishes;
and all of it happening
under the same false guise
in the land of unobtainable,
the mind's dreamscape, the non-surprise.

The Useless Whelp

Sitting in my pain,
wallowing in my sorrow
using up the time
that I've already borrowed,
the agony persists,
consistent in its needling,
crushing my weak ego,
one that needs feeding.
Tilting off the keel,
needing a straightening
to stop my falling,
to stop constant fading,
the screams within
my soul get louder
as the torment gains steam,
prouder and prouder.
It's all too much
to withstand without help,
me, my helpless self,
me, the useless whelp.