The Mind Field

I sit on the brink, no line has been crossed.
Close to extinction, my soul has been lost.
The days of tomorrow, seem so far away.
I can’t seem to reach them, the past stops today.

I search in the mind field, for lost memories.
They explode in my hands, but no one else sees.
This blood shed is mine, mine to endure.
Just I can feel it, of this, I am sure.

I must treat them gently, with feather light care.
For the lost memories, steal souls from thin air.
Extinguishing energy, a great vital force,
The power of consciousness, feeding the source.

A manifestation, a ghost I had burned.
The inquisitive stranger, now has returned.
Tapping my energy, draining my veins.
The blood drips on down, and darkness remains.

I must face the danger, and deal with the hand.
Ignite recollection and make my last stand.
Fill up the darkness, gather my soul.
Life to the fullest, an eventual goal.

I turn toward the stranger, my shield I let fall.
For I need no protection, in this final call.
When I face my opponent, self-sustained I must be.
To abolish this rival from my memory.

The battle soon over, the past I expel.
My soul is released from its torturous hell.
I now see tomorrow, with unshielded eyes.
No longer lost, when I look to the sky.