Writing game - week 6

The inner, eternal war

Today is a day of writing.

Yesterday was a day of life and relaxation

And for that, we must all pay our price

For today, we must write.

We could have chosen to do it sooner

And had we done so, we would not be tied here

Locked in this never-ending dungeon of despair

Wasting away slowly, seemingly with no purpose

All our time was spent elsewhere - far, far away

With no regard of the coming trial

The trial that we could not prevent

No matter how hard we tried to forget

So today we sit, sit tight

With clammy hands and squinting eyes

Fighting a heinous, bloody battle

That we know we should have fought before

We pick up our pens and hold our breaths

Hoping that something somewhat decent will come out of this

Inking out letter after letter, crossing our fingers

Until we finally see the light again, the light we so missed

And we lie down - no longer holding our breaths