You get used to a routine

Putting on a mask

Putting the proper things first

Being the responsible one

But at times you feel

In a word, broken

A foreigner even among peers

When fatigue finds you

That old, dull, ache returns

A lonely troublesome pain

With no true cure

You’re a loner simply put

Because of your choices

And the road you walk

There is distance always

It gets hard to walk

When that old pain

Writhes and coils around you

But just keep walking

Eyes to the silent horizon

Old wounds open up

When the time suits them

Just let them bleed

Push the old toxin out

This feeling will pass

Just as it always has

Keep moving, eyes forward

You’ll find your bearings soon