Tolerance

This heart beat pounds…
Prompts me “I’m alive“…
What’s the point of trying,
When I live just to survive,
My life has chewed me up,
Spat me in the dirt,
I struggle each day to move one step,
Yet all I feel is hurt,
Let down by a God,
Society, government too,
I don’t know how long I can walk,
When I don’t yearn to make it through,
I get so tired my face aches,
From trying not to cry,
There’s a niggling voice in my head,
That encourages me to try,
“Take each day and take no more,
As there’s nothing either side,
To die in a life, empty of effort,
Would be a waste if  never tried“,
But it’s so hard when everyday,
You’re dead before you wake,
Give, give give in everything,
Yet they only seem to take,
I don’t see the point now,
Of breathing a vital poison,
I never feel alive enough,
To make my life arousin,
sigh…
Maybe I’ll wake tomorrow,
Bright eyed, vital I’ll be,
Don’t hold your breath dear reader,
We’ll just have to wait and see…