GripStrength

Try as I may, try as I might. Sometimes I feel weak, but I’m still here to fight. Woes hit heavy in the morning, and harder in the night. With no real vision of a future, something still whispers that it might be alright. Often drowned by screams of an anxiety ridden mind. My back is still strong, but I can’t seem to stand upright. My body is degrading at a rapid rate, trying to catch up to my confidence, slipping down the grade. Am I simply lost, or completely insane? I wish I had a one tracked brain. Weak body and mind and feel like it’s getting weaker. Spiralling into a tunnel lost in fear. I’ve tried to die but still stand here. Typing thoughts in hopes they might clear. Chug another beer. Feels good, feels fun. But wake up even worse. Is this just a bad ten years or a life long curse? Looking to be hopeful with no real destination. Is it simply anxiety that’s inflated? So try as I may, try as I might. Most times I feel weak, but I’m still here to fight.