Aching Survival
Stress filled, overloaded, disheveled being.
Unwound into a tangled creature ached.
Stemming from the abuse given daily.
In order to function within the progression.
Stumbling in the race that dictates it’s winners.
Feel the sting as your lost in the populace.
Who is unannounced for your effort.
Weary and rotting in an aging shell.
Cracks felt, yet strong casing lingers.
How long can you survive? You may ask.
Question unanswered as the alarm bell rings in the mourning hour.
