Time changes all

My soul is a barren wasteland

The cold winds of hardship stirring up

The dust storms of my subjected doom

There is no warmth

Or cold

Or passion

Or longing

Living’s desire has been sucked from my very body

Through the choices I have and have not made

Despair is my reward

A relentless unquenchable ache thrives in the blood

Flowing through my veins

A catalyst of untidy anger eats a pit

Through my very soul to the doors of hell

Like an acid boring through my guts

There is no redemption

Nor is any asked for

My heart is a void

My body is ash

My thoughts are like congealed grease

My soul is eclipsed from all light

By the blackest ebony of night

What more can I endure?

The rope is tightening

The potency of that cord stealing the strength of my heart

As it steals the life from my broken body

To go on is to suffer

Lost to this uncaring world

Forever clinging to the edge of death and destruction

How do I stand with courage and fervor?

My greatest adversary

Is immortally internal

Forever inside

My battle is one of the mind

My chances of victory pale in comparison to this all encompassing adversity

All that is left is to struggle on

Struggle on

All is not yet lost