Tired
of being tired.
Yet I must continue,
must...endure.
For this is not the end
of my journey, my
time here.
But still...I am
tired.

More
is to come.
So I must pick myself up,
must keep moving...
forward.
There will be rest,
later, when I am dead.
Still...I don't want to do this any-
more.

Trying
myself. In the court
of myself.
Time and time
again.
Failing every single time.
So frustrating,
but I am still
trying.

Time
conquers me yet again.
Beats me down,
turning me into a slave.
A slave to...what?
Misery.
Still, more to come.
It is not my
time.

Fading
into the bleakness of
everlasting darkness.
It swallows my mind,
and weakens my
heart.
Until nothing is left
because I am
fading.

The end
It seems it will never
come.




the end.