Or not

Unspoken words left searing,

burning into my soul.

The end I fear is nearing,

still learning to grow old.

With all that is endearing,

turning me from my goal

My eyes can’t help the tearing,

yearning not to fold.

Yearning not to fold, again.

God oh God when will this end?

This ungodliness that I’m living in

Driving forces seek to mend.

Or rather the forces seek to break-

Break me softer from my mind

Bottled up, they take and take

Draining me faster of my time

Time. My only valuable source,

And I spend and spend and spend.

Wasting away on frivolities,

driven means without an end.

I contend there’s heavier crosses to bear

Swollen and shattered together

Judging I’m no worse for the wear

I have faith that things will get better.

Or never. Or not. Who am I to guess?

At the end of it all

can I look at myself

And claim I did my best?

Did I lay to rest the times forsaken

Will it all just be forgot?

Will I find an end to this mess?

The losses I’ve taken?

So may it be claimed-

Or not?