Presenting...Life

Another day goes by
The clicking of time
Adds another number to my life
Another anniversary of suffering taunts me
Tells me it's never going to end
Pain grasps me too tightly to resist the relentless toil
So I trudge on like
"Boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past"
A past that envelops me with paralyzing sorrow
Remorse for the death of myself
I live only in the past
I exist in the present
Only as a puppet for pain to toy with
To manipulate and use
For its own wicked production of life