Paths That Leach

Treading over sodden ground.
That which is born does not always stand proud.
For these times are hard and continue to claim,
So many souls that only wish to live now.
Its why we’re clambering for moments of peace.
Deafening viciousness is not what we want on repeat.
Its claims our chances at joy and ecstasy.
Boxes us into a void of shrinking under misery.
With filters to stop us getting truth.
Might as well be locked in a booth.
Senses dulled and delusions fuelled.
Starting to make us twitch like drug mules.
Trembling in the light of a new day.
Each one we fear what might come out to play.
Narcissist or psychopath.
These options feel like an insurmountable task.
Similar to picking between death and pain.
All they really do is drain,
Life from any wish to continue.
Sever this hose before we’re too withered.
Not stuck in some soul sapping mental blizzard.