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...