My Bones Hurt

My Bones Hurt.

They cry for me.

They ache in the absence of contentment.

In the abandonment of dreams.

In the loss of imagination.

In the vacancy of hope.

For real, my bones fucking hurt!

But just for now, or that's what I keep telling myself.

Well, that's what I need to keep telling myself.

Because I refuse to give up.

I refuse to give in.

And yet...I am nothing but a mere mortal.

So actually, how about you let me bask in my humanity.

Give me 5 minutes, just 5 minutes to wallow.

Give me 300 seconds, just 300 seconds to doubt myself.

To self loath.

To self destruct.

To cry.

C'mon, I'm just asking for 300 seconds.

Then at that 301 mark, I'll be done.

Fight face back on, I'll straighten up.

Shield held high, prepare for what the universe has in store.

All the while, my bones will continue to hurt.

They will continue to cry for me.

They will continue to ache when I refuse to in front of you.