Trudging

Life is trudging on

And I'm stumbling along

the zeal of life growing dim

In a forest of trees

Each taking their swap at me

Their branches scrathing and tearing

And cutting me down

I continue on

the warm glow slowly fades

All around turns grey

The skip in my step

The gleam in my eye

Gone with the light

As I carry on along this path

The dark seeps into my pores

Numbly walking on

If I fall

The fight to get up could be the end

Clumsily, feet hitting stones

the cold and dark engulfs me

It hollows out my soul

The shell is stumbling on