How difficult life is
When each move demands
the utmost attention
from trembling hands
a simple motion
wrenched from within
a grasp at life
an urge to begin
how tedious days are
when each passing hour
drains life force and strength
that last bit of power
just one more step
a final attempt
a desperate wish
a life ill-spent
how miserable life is
when each soul cries out
for that one last breath
to be spoken about
a movement, agony
piercing within
energy lost
the pain will begin
How difficult life is
when each passing hour
for that one last breath
we offer our power |
Submission Name: how
