grueling

Floating up in vast space
Growing up in that place
Where a lingering trace
Of my dwindling grace
Opened the door
Striking my core
Crawling on the floor
Can't seem to ignore
My plateauing life score
The mirror's an eyesore
I've desperately longed for
Decreasing self-abhor
But I'll become a martyr
Who will never get smarter
Devour the sweet
And the bitter taste
Of sour defeat
At a withering pace
The steep stairs to climb
Are jagged and drab
The demons of time
Can rarely be stabbed
The glistening, sheer vibrance of hope
Requires years on the tightrope
Somehow I've managed to stay alive
Someday I hope my vigor revives



Credits
Writer(s): Zoe Rebekah Frenchman
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