Worn

12 Apr 2020

On the surface, I seem fine

Some people may say well, even

But everything besides the surface

Is threadbare, is far too worn

My soul, my psyche, everything internal

Far too gone for only being 22

I drift through days, looking for good

But I am met with only bad

It grinds me down into dust

Slowly breaking me

The infrequent flashes of hope

Met by tiring times of sadness

A losing battle from the onset

But that’s not how I was raised

I am still set in my mindset

Looking for good at all times

Almost always met with bad

One day the grinding will be complete

But today I remain intact

Still searching for the good that I know

Resides in the hearts of my brothers and sisters