All That Fail

Crawl,
Stoop low,
Walk slow,
Drag on,
Pulling donkey,
Running tortoise,
Sprinting snail,
Rowing ships in the absence of wind for sail.

Constant sorrow,
Feel life slipping,
Stagnant,
Unmoved,
Rooted memories,
Ghost haunting,
Hurting in the expense of scars left by injuries.

Mindless nights in anguish,
Bright dreams all tarnished,
Solace in towering isolation,
In a state of breathing desolation,
Building strength from ruined rubble,
Cynicism breeds from all this trouble.

But…
Crawl,
Stoop low,
Walk slow,
Drag on,
Pulling donkey,
Running tortoise,
Sprinting snail,
Rowing ships in the absence of wind for sail,
Hope still breathing in all that fail.

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