"THE DYING SPIRIT"

Like a vehicle with a quarter of petrol in your tank

or the last 50 in your bank account

Like a tired athlete after a marathon,

groaning at another round

Like an endless conversation

with a narcissist who demands

that you agree with them

Like a weary street fighter

noticing enemies at every corner

when all they want is to just go home

How do you explain best

about the state you’re still in?

The smile you fake, despite this restlessness

Perhaps you need another vacation

Should you carry on,

even on your own?

It’s a dread to trust anyone,

after the last time

you were badly broken.

R.