we fear death, pain
and heartache
even in moments
when our bodies decay
we dwell in fear and dismay
our fear run deep
it never dries
even when we conquer it
it never dies
just manifests itself
in those we love
those who care
though they do
in trying to act strong
and fearless
we hurt the most
the pain we cause relentless
though they bare
the punches thrown
their tolerance for pain
slowly fades
till hard choices remain
hard choices they must make
cut ties or reside
with a sinking ship
fuelled by pain, rage and fear
the punches we take
seldom with fists
but words whose origins
remain unknown
whose impact not clearly shown
yet to the core they travel
leaving a soul bruised and battered