Soul Strive

The night air is moist.  My troubles seem to subside. Never fully allotted the power lurking inside. Yearning for a mediator, someone to hear me cry. There is only one dictation, the yearn to lustfully strive. Strive to fight on; Strive to stay alive. Beckoning for the dawn strengthening for the dive. Awaiting bold progression regret fully declined. Now seeing livid light engulf the alumni. life newly hatched a tantalizing quandry. Never permited access to what Will come upon me.