Respite

A path walked without respite.
Constantly moving forward with no reprieve.
A punishment truly befitting life.
Cold and 
Lonely.
A time when it's better to freeze thy heart and blank out one's mind.
A single stumble seems to scorch the soles and dig into one's skin. 
A harsh penace without an absolve. There is only more burden after fighting for one's life.
I was Naive once. 
I was Kind once.
I had Hoped once.
But I don't anymore.
I could not believe in hopes, keep my kind heart, or preserve my naivety.
The world was as harsh as it usually was. That was fine.
The unbearable pain which brought me ruin came from people with the lightest hearts.
A painless person can become a nightmarish creature. 
It hurts trying to live that good old life. 
With the burden I have, I would crumble too quickly and fall.
Yet still I struggle, for that is my life.
It is not too right to complain about a warm day when you've been scorched.
Nor does it make much sense to complain about the cold when you've been frozen.
Is it reasonable to complain when this is simply life?
So I'll laugh as I live. 
For I cannot stop running down my ruinous path.
If I cannot stop running, I might as well enjoy the trip. Right?
The good old days don't last too long.
Yet trust me when I say, enjoy it to the fullest.
That may be one of your few respites.
A time when you can live a life worth living.
This story is about a person who had lost everything but is still struggling to live their life. Their words of warning and thier prior experiences
Category:Poem, Moderate, Complete, Shriven