Sometimes he can't take it
The crushing burden of the hand he's been dealt
It's prevalent in the way his head aches so often that he finds himself marveling at the lack of pain
It showcases itself in the twisting of his stomach and the way food is never enough or sometimes even too much
It's apparent in the exhaustion weighing upon him so heavily that he struggles to breathe at times
It's personified by the dread that comes with each new day knowing that pain is forever his constant companion
Keep fighting they say
Keep moving until you can't
He listens of course although giving up sounds lovely when he allows himself to ponder it
He imagines all that would come with surrendering for a moment
He thinks it would bring a lack of everything he's so come to despise
He hopes that it will be quiet - blissful even or at least he prays it will
He's so tired of fighting
He's too broken to continue moving
But slipping away isn't a true option for him either
Not quite yet at least while he's got so many people he adores and a plethora of things left to do
It's a race against time similar to what everyone else faces daily
Except his expiration date is arriving quicker than most
And that is something that he's learning to live with - or trying to at least
- starr
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Starfall (Poetry)
Poetry"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets." - Arthur Miller A messy collection of poems written in my formative years. 2016 - 2018 ~~~ Trigger warnings may apply to some of these. Completed
