I am on the precipice of annihilation

My standards are common sense

Ineptitude from all directions nonetheless

I tire of the lack of sagacity

I tire of pulling the achor in alone

Three tonnes of steel, pull by pull

My frail arms cannot hold the weight

I attempt to share my burden

My voice echoes back at me



I am on the precipice of annihilation

I cannot succeed in this solitude

Vacancy fills the space occupied eitherway

I tire of hitting the walls

I tire of carrying the burdensome load

A thousand tonnes of stone, step by step

My weakened back cannot take the pain

I call for help, I call for aid

My voice hits the water and I fade

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