When Fear Collides with Fate

The moments multiple,
the paths as well,
so many ways
but only one to tell.
Not much to know
or exactly how to,
the game is played
while the feet are glued.
The pushing continues
both times, both ways
while the feet often
lead the mind astray,
the path is muddled
and the spirit condensed
in moments that escape
both knowledge and sense.
The seconds confuse
even the most focused
with the brain's random snap
and the following hocus pocus.
Then when fear collides
with the impending fate
there's no place to go
and nowhere to escape.
Instead the only move
that one could make
is the one it should have originally
before it made the mistake.

The Pressure Is All Mine

Bearing downwith the time
on these not-so-broad
shoulders of mine,
building, building,
temperature's rising,
the rush coming,
nothing surprising,
yet still forceful,
yet still fierce,
the high-pitched screams
for ears it does pierce.
Sweat dripping
until it's pouring
in moments never
construed as boring,
harsh terms reigning
supremely in the thick,
harsh terms staying
around to stick.
Moments unbearable
but asked to be bore
even when it's known
none can be taken, nothing more.
Pressures palpable,
air so thick
hearts become black,
smoking making them sick.
Knees buckling
to the ground
to be part
of a mound
but not before
a gross death,
the bloody beheading,
a fate met.

Hopes

Hopeless and useless,
the moments are gone.
Smiles faded away,
shipped off with the dawn,
dreams washed up
on the shore of promise
that were swept away
and off of my lips.
No positive to hold
after the experience,
no anything of my own
that could make sense.
No hopes to hold
in my weakening hands
that allow all to fall through
to ruin, the shams.
No tears left to shed
on the sad, soggy cheek,
no nothing remaining
form a man forced to be meek.
Now games over,
now hopes gone for good,
another victim of the
ruthless, the coldest brute.