Is It AThe End?

Is this it? This is not how my story ends…
I feel hopeless like someone who sits back and pretends.
I will fight to the death to change this outcome.
But I can’t lift my arms to defend, it’s like my body went numb.
I will not let you win like this.
I pick up my fist to swing, horribly I miss.
Damn, my whole body’s ravaged with pain.
I have everything to lose, and a hell of a lot more to gain.
I will rise. I will have the last word.
I walk to my own drum, like a stray bull from the herd.
My attacks will swarm you like the forgotten locust.
My strategy is fine-tuned and very focused.
I know what I must do now to stay alive.
Some people have it, some don’t. Hell, I’m in overdrive.
It’s coming back to me….now I remember.
I have much to learn before the 27th day of September.
I told you before: I’m not a quitter.
I have something to prove like I’m the runt of the litter.
I may be down, but I’m damn sure not out.
I must remain strong, there’s not time to pout.
I’m a Dotson, damn it. I strive for the best.
For me the last two weeks have been an extreme test.
I have goals to fulfill in a short period of time.
I can be bitter like a lemon, but bittersweet like a lime.
If this is indeed the end, then I’m goin’ out wit a bang.
It’s night fall and I’m fighting with claws and fangs.
I will not quit. I will rise.
It’s hard to separate the truth from the lies.
I’m goin back to war, without body mending.
The pain will be my guide to success…. And yes this is the ending.