Unwinnable War

Break my back carrying those above and below.
Pointed out its too much for me to continue.
Platitudes and statements delivered to me.
All of it just talk without any substantiality.

I’m not surprised or even annoyed.
Simply tired of trying to fill in the voids.
Cause just like a hydra heads they multiply.
Patch one up and five more reach for the sky.

How I’m still standing I haven’t a clue.
To put it mildly I might be held together with glue.
Yet these cracks are now too deep to simply gloss over.
Vertigo has set in as if I’m on the White Cliffs of Dover.

These bruises are my rewards for resisting defeat.
For standing head held high as I’m being beat.
What a statement to have to openly admit.
That everyone else has run away to hide like a spineless git.

To say I am tired would be an understatement most severe.
I’ve gotten so bad I have mountains of fear.
Stress is cutting away at my cloth.
If I had let it continue I would have been less than a moth.

Compounded and crushed beneath failure.
This would be where I’d finally be laid to rest dear.
Tombstone written about how hard I did fight.
Yet in the end it was the dust I did ultimately bite.