Pent Up

Living on the edge of a knife.
No balance is worth this strife.
Vent the contradiction and walk away.
Too much too soon is how it feels each day.
Is there any common ground or will it always be war?
I do not know other than to say every moments a chore.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Standing at a start to the end.
Under this weight I know I will bend.
Does that mean I should immediately give up?
No but it means the odds are stacked against us.
So what is the score we are trying to defend?
I do not know other than to say every moments a chore.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Are we victims?
I hope not.
Stuck in a cycle.
Forget me not.
Failing and fading.
No negotiating.
Humbled and trailing.
Never, nowhere, can’t keep sailing.
Problems stalking.
Just quit talking.

You brought this down on yourself.
I know, I’m aware.
No need to keep reminding me.
All pent up and still unable to see.

Blind and frightened.
Sightless horizon.
Scared I’m fighting.
A battle that can’t be won.