The end to all the worries
Gnawing on my insides
Will there finally be respite?
Or will misery completely takeover…
And wash away what remains,
Until there is absolutely nothing
Left within to retain?
Almost resigned to an unseemly fate,
Every bit of my restraint;
To put one feet in front of the other
As I try to fight ‘this’ every single day.
It’s taken its toll.
No longer, (oh yes!) I know,
There’s anything under control.