Closing-In

Pretending      
to bare Arm's      
     Tho      
I doubt      
that I would strike you      
Yet      
       I'll    
do myself Harm      
   just to prove      
that I like you      
     
    High & almighty      
I sit down      
to hold still      
this creature  
Deep   
  Inside me      
with a dieing      
need to Kill      
     
     
Playing in traffic      
because      
I miss the feeling      
of popping off the throttle      
to leave the street      
             Squealing      

Establishing      
     another boarder      
while I'm folding under      
pressure      
Forcing me to wonder      
In search      
of another treasure      
     
Just a new line      
             I must lead      
In order to thrive      
      In a space      
   where only      
the strongest survive      
Always      
  Out-numbered      
with my shoulders      
to the Wall      
Yet      
I continue      
   to climb higher      
 Unafraid      
of the fall...