Composure is the game
the goal of today
the rest will be taken in
felt whenever the moment permits
the volcano of the ugly truth;
will just have to wait
the reality of it all will settle
for now, my heart aches
sadness threatens me every passing second
even the strongest army would find defeat
their armory will melt under this heat;
their knees would buckle and hearts will shatter
yet, here I stand.
a lone wolf under a difficult storm
how I handle it all?