Tugged

The mountain is increasingly elevating,

The hole is expanding with forebode.

The source of the trouble

is alien yet increasingly dominant

Reaching, then tugging hopeless

on the surface of the key;

no approach or withdraw,

just stranded in the midst

On edge I pound with fury,

the gates full of hypocrisy

they oscillate me forward;

then send me stumbling on stone

I've done it all before

yet I'm here again unyielding

forced to concede to what  i cant resist

and combat this stalemate war.