Struggle On

By Usayd

They tell me there’s only but a short time left
then you’ll be free from this meaningless mess
But the struggle continues and time is like theft
to think people look back on this time as the best
i’ll keep struggling because these are life’s tests
torture me without a crime so I can never rest
should miseries of life be locked away in secrets kept
while others disclose theirs as entertaining digest
the warning of death so close can’t live to regret
only to be told these words shall never manifest.

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