Battle at the Grounds

Torn between two grounds.
The love for both begin to fade.
Allowing myself, No one else.
To begin.
To begin the destruction which the grounds force upon me.
Enduring the same repeated offense on my soul.
Screeching of the grounds shatter the ears of anyone.
Fighting amongst them always ends up in constant separation.
Separation that is a tired sin on my heart.
Which, then, begins to fade.
Shrieking to the sound when they collide, Lightning strikes.
If only in the nightmare I'm Free.
I laugh.
No one is Free.