Trudging along meandering pathways,

dreams tossed aside,
gathering dust,

walking down the twisting alleys of broken vows,

promises once gleaming now tainted with rust,

fighting the urge to surrender,

wrestling demons within,

caked over an impenetrable crust,

of sighs, and cries,

of plaintive pleas to the open skies,

I fight on, I have to,

it is all that I can do,

my battles continue,

and so,

hobble on,

I must…

hobble on,

I must!