You watch the fading light.
The shadows embracing your weary soul.
Tired and battle scarred.
To eat you must succumb.
Overcoming the contempt thrown at you.
You hold your head high.
Survival now an instinct.
Trust a lost art.
Each day it becomes harder to walk the streets you know so well.
Your once ethereal beauty lost to life.
A reality in hell relived each day.
Time and time again.
Dreaming of a life less harsh,
You pretend there is love,
A gentleness you have never known.
A glamourised struggle.
For you it is a means to an end.
Yesterday’s run into tomorrow’s.
Today is a mere existence.
You pretend nothingness are caresses,
The meaningless kisses, love.
In too deep to remove yourself.
You struggle through each day,
Every face becoming one.
Every body you touch a job.
You know no way out.
So you begin today, as every other day,