Pressing On

[poetic_search]

To much,
Fingers slow to type,
Running out of...,
It has left my dry,
Spacing to nothing,
Sluggish in my step,
I falter,
No desire,
No more fire.

Lulling off to sleep,
No rest for this soul,
Head resting on this desk,
One eye open,
Half dead,
My will has smoldered,
None left,
It is no more.

Press on,
For the sake,
Of pressing on.