Poem Time: The Feeling in my Chest

As feeling this one burns
Burns like the hand in my hand
Control, though possible, won't help
Deciding, is mandatory
Except in moments of strife
Fore I stand at a crossroads
Going both right and wrong
"Help," I scream
It isn't going to help
Just like standing won't
Killer Bees and Quick Sand around
Let them sting or you drowned
Must we be uncivil
Now I see
Often times we forget about the pawns
Put our focus on the King
Quiet neither in the night and day
Rather than silence in every moment
Still, I will not be still
This is a moment of war
Ugly war as I wear purple
Varied principles
Xion is not on the horizon
Yet, I will continue marching
Zen someday reaching my heart