Aching,
asking for an answer, in the lonely, lost hours,
that will one day be a dream,
or a source of laughter.
I just have to last a little longer.
This is a test of my tenacity.
Tempting as it is to fail,
I stay the course,
cool under pressure,
only by virtue of being so close to completion of my life's cycle.
One day, I will be alive again,
out of survival mode and able to thrive again,
but until then,
I will ache,
asking for an answer.
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