Bones,
Aching all the damn time.
A hard day's work;
Waiting,
Wanting,
The end of this work.
So much to do,
So little time.
Bones,
Creacking in every movement.
Clicking,
Stiffer by the day.
Exhaustion,-
It's overwhelming.
Waiting,
Wanting
For my freedom.
So much to care about,
So much hate eats at kindess-
Day by day.
Perservere!
No matter the difficulty;
You'll be waiting,
You'll be wanting,
The rainbow at the end of a storm.
The storm to end all ages.
The ghosts of depression and anxiety,
They eat away at you every day.
They wander around,
Lurking for flesh.
But you persevere,
You always do.
