Resolute Stagnation

Hatred, anguish, and revenge resonate-

through my soul amalgamate-

with my reasons to keep going.

Deceit has a stench so placid-

even before interests and stalemate.

Should I withdraw or keep charging?

A pawn is a bait-

with little leverage for bate.

How can knowledge be crippling?

Schemes and mentality conflate-

with habits and outcomes to dictate-

dispositions and their conking.

When an alley is the one to delate-

fear is compromise that doesn’t immolate-

right for wrong, so here I am waiting.

Waiting is a game so serrate-

with all that makes one berate-

So I hold on to clarity’s wing.

In the game of fate-

tomorrow seems desolate-

for patience is everything!

Late is definitely prate-

given today’s contentious state-

for resolute stagnation means winning!