The Fight
(17/9/2015)
Hearts break...
Sanity frays...
Some call us weak; some call us strong.
Some days we crumble; others we carry on.
Tainted and scarred we walk through life.
Head down, eyes focused; senses sharpened like a knife.
We feel pain; we take strain, though few souls will notice...
Here when needed; when not, fade to blank.
No memories of past, no hope of a future...
Looming in Limbo, fighting for either life OR death.
Heart Beating.
Lungs Breathing.
But there's no more fight left...