Living in Struggle

The journey's just beginning,
but it's already to trying.
i keep feeling like quitting,
with promises of it getting worse.

in the rat race of life,
people zip by silently.
but it doesn't urge me to strive,
only to continue wearily.

ardently praying for mercy,
i'm stuck in the crossfire.
wanting desperately to be free,
yet heading straight to the quagmire.

the conflict within the soul builds up,
steaming, compressing, dissecting.
it brews like a storm in a teacup,
just as oppressive and frightening.

eventually the cup will break,
from the pressure and stress.
and the pain released would be an ache,
so unwelcome, unrefined, crass.