All I can feel is wrath.The wrath consumes the weak.....When you are ripped off your strength, it will be the only thing to embrace you. The clouds are dark allowing only streaks of faint light. I am bested. Dressed like a warrior, my helmet is gone, hands tied and I am weaponless. With every breath I inhale, my body goes into a untold agony boiling down my chances of survival. On the contrary, every faint pulse of my heart sheers up my will to resile. The.The land beneath me stretches out infinitely, barren and forlorn with no life form.
Its just me and a hegemonic figure forcing me to kneel. I just feel the hands on my shoulder back. As each moment passes, the force grows stronger and stronger. The more I rebel ,more the force. I fall thud on my knees leaving my entire body to a big jerk. The excruciating pain spread to every inch of my body like a thunderclap, intensifying the anguish of my soul. I am not weak, its just that my strength was ripped off me. The hands are of the demon's. My own personal demon that I let to defeat me. The wrath I have is for myself.
For myself, for letting the demon grow stronger than my dreams. My dreams are on fire set by the demon I created. I bow my head down in shame. I have no idea when I let this demon inside me. It must have been a very long time ago. I had lost all my chances. But yet I have one last feeble chance.And this encounter endorsed by my sheer will, might be a killer strike. Mustering up all the potential left with me I press the land with my palms, giving my legs a support I gear up my body, especially my exhausted soul. I stay in that position. How long? I have no idea.
Slowly I raise my head and look up to the sky. To my surprise the clouds starts to dispel and the streaks of faint light grows wider and brighter. The strength of the hand seems to be subdued. I slowly stand up and feel no force upon me. Turning around I just see the bright clear sky and the hot sun. The darkness in front of me dissipates with the lustrous light and my will to survive. It disappears into thin air along with my pain. The ropes that held my hand burns into ashes and I wake up from my 'wake-up' dream. I wasn't weaponless....I had courage and passion...