Worn out
By the if and when,
Wrung out
By the highs and lows.
Background dread
Corroding,
Till fragile
I fragment.
Mine a story of
Disquiet and unease.
No tragedy,
Trial or tribulation.
Maintenance
Sapping strength,
With incessant
Thirst.
But I will
Brace and bear,
Work to underpin
Where I am placed.