Souls heavier than their existence
with the weight pulling them down
struggling to find a way forward
is forward even the right direction?
with each passing day
words become harder to pour out
thoughts increasingly battered
and conversations extremely lifeless
yet they hope to find a way out
an escape
proceeding to live yet another day
because everyone told them
“it’s time, it’ll pass”
but this ‘time’ had been going on for too long too long for them to hold on
