Living On The Edge

Sitting alone on the edge of a battlefield. You're there, waiting. The fighting hasn't begun, but you can feel it. You want to battle to begin so this feeling can flee. Sitting. Waiting. Seeing the fear on the faces of those around you. Sensing what will come to pass in time after you have been through the battle.

But it's a battle that never seems to come. You sit and wait. Every day it feels like it draws closer when it doesn't budge. The angst and the torture of the wait slowly kill you on the inside.


There is nothing you can do.

No where that you can run.

The feeling haunts you deep inside.

It doesn't go away.


The longer the feeling stays, the more you begin to hate yourself. You're so tense for waiting for the battle to begin that you begin to let it out slowly. You don't realise what you are doing until it begins to really affect those around you.

They say that they understand, but you see the pain in their eyes at your actions. You feel even more dragged away from comfort as those who are close to you begin to drift away. You hate yourself for pushing them away, even if they don't realise it is you that causes them to do so.






The only way for your pain to end is for the battle to begin.