Lost but not found

Why is it that when you lose something, the pain of it refuses to go?

Why is it that in losing one thing, you lose so many other things associated with it?

Why can’t we have back what we lost?

Peace

I am tired…in this fight for existence, I am slowly running out of patience.

How long can one possibly go on fighting the same problems,  with the same people.

Its a torture, wonder how much longer I can endure it without breaking down.