Peccadillo

Paralytic dreams #8

Here it comes again
i can feel it around me
its chilling grip unrivaled
its lore is sequential yet simultaneous
every pang unloaded on me
it knows when to strike
it wants me to give in
it is almost unbearable
i can feel it gaining strength
its blows are heavier each time
my resolve shaken
however not extinguished
i now perceive a cruel yet charitable realization
these infirmities are to be frayed infinitely
as to if or when they will return, i cannot apprise
hence i will be prepped
i will be sturdy
and i will abound 

Author's Note

Everyone at some points in life is faced with setbacks, how does one recover from such trifles?

Reviews

[tattooedmoon]

Great imagery!
I like the last two lines, it shows how willful the persona of the poem is.