Strangling
Crushing
Wasting
Words struggle to define
The state I find myself in time after time
Weights of worlds hold my actions
Tethered to my primal reactions
Seeking pleasure
Forgoing pain
All a part of a fickle game
Chances wasted
Opportunities dwindle
Necessary discomfort cast away
Like a crown of thorns blocking my way
I fight myself
a losing battle
I hear my aspirations death rattle