Updated: Jan 1, 2020
The fire is starting to burn out; It gets colder each day; The fuel to the flame might just run out; The breaths are being smothered all the way.
Hope is a big reason to continue with life; Which is regularly being sliced; Each blow that comes cuts like a knife; What went so wrong, to have this as the price.
The courage is crushed, the strength is squeezed, The dreams are burnt, and self-esteem, deceased.
Despite failing a million times, Trying to get better, to live up to expectations; Nothing seems to be enough, nothing is satisfactory; 'Try again' options are limited and 'Game over' could be arriving soon.
Dying each day and trying to come alive; The facade is too good to decipher; 'Nobody can know, you can handle this', Recited by the mind every hour.
The mind gets all philosophical: 'Everyone has problems, and so do you', It says so putting in everything,
Each piece of bravery left in the soul.
It will get tired with the war; As all the wars have to end; The funny part about this battle is, There is nothing to win and stakes are high.
The victory could take the soul away, And a defeat could cost life; Uncertain about the end, the mind says, 'It is a new day and the fight is on!'