It's been hard these last few days,
The heart it beats erratically,
Clinging to the fraying edge,
Small mercies taken where they fall.
The tinnitus of modern life
Where pressure is a constant curse
And ulcers underline the hours
Of spinning wheels and turning clocks.
The cycle has no end in sight,
A rising flood to struggle through,
And molehills very soon become
A cumulative mountain range.
We do what we do because we must,
Face what's thrown at us head on,
Each new day we start again,
Exhausted from our sleepless nights.
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