Man in the ground

Under the tight grip, of total emptiness .. I stood alone
In a pensive mind, on a lonely ground.
Wild memories crowded in unruly, started fighting.
Anarchy rolled, from the top, of the treacherous hill
Dyke broke, tears never rolled down, tumultuous feelings, Rushed in, from inside out kicked and butted, Like a bull.
Jaws tighten complexities turned more complicated forced me to contemplate ‘'What is life! ''
Moon in the sky above with a purpose
Man in the ground 'n "what if" killed his dreams.