you don't know when to stop

you don't know when to move on

or how to give up giving up

perseverance as a pathetic virtue

a poor excuse for positivity

a weak attempt to feel not lost

a dull trap with walls collapsing in

a pit, of paralysing lethargy

lost on a train track with no map

no guide, no sign, no light

no boots nor clothes

no sense of orientation

no purpose or destination

skin freezing to cold steel rails

sticking and ripping as i drag myself onward

in the dark and rain

waiting for the train