Struggle

 

Each morning that he awakes, he struggles to begin the day.

He clutches on to the tranquil solitude of his bed for as long as he can.

He is faced, each day, with a task that seemingly has no end in sight.

Every day he searches for an answer to a question he has never asked.

A question that is as obscure and as faint as a dream or memory.

Yet he continuously struggles to seek the answer to this question.

Every moment, every action, every emotion is defined by this question.

Because of this, he had no definition as to who he was as a man.

He searched for the answers in the warmth of the body of strangers.

He struggled to find the answer at the bottom of countless bottles.

And still he could never find the answer or clarity to the question.

The question soon became his life and entangled his every ounce.

He struggles more now than ever to answer this question that plagues him.

He hopes the answer will set him free and finally give him peace.

He has struggled so fiercely that he cannot see the question is so clear.

He has fought so hard that he has failed to see the question was he.

The question and answer have always remained the same.

He has struggled so hard to make sense of something so simple.

His quest became an obsession and the obsession blinded his search.

He felt alone and defeated by the question that plagued him.

His struggle was so great that he failed to see that everyone around him

Searched for the same question and answer as he did.