Filling life with chores of life

And not life

I’m not through with

My responsibilities

They seem to be ever receding shores

So I’m trying to fill my life with works

Filling every gap

In my time’s empty coves

There’s no race to win

Can’t afford idle sin

Though I’ve to reach an end-line

I’m not a winner

Nor I’ve excuses any

I must keep going

But like a winner I have a scheme

I’ve to overcome

That’s my job

To be known a winner

This spiralling loop of darkness

and rage at how hard however might seem

Don’t ask me to stop

I can’t stop

I must keep going, I must keep busy

Stopping would mean

Stopping to breathe

I can’t stop breathing though I’d love to

I’m afraid

So very afraid

Yes, I’m afraid to take that pause

You granted me out of love

You tell me I can’t afford to think

So I take...