Push

A final push to break through the veil to no avail.
Strength ebbed long before day break but something pushes on
Something.

I know not what force encourages the thrash and spasm of my every muscle, but it pushes on.
What lies ahead is a mystery and what lies behind is simply a dream.
The push continues on.

My mind has grown weak but my muscles continue on.
My heart pumps and defies with each opening of every valve.
I want to quit
I want to die
But the push continues on.

A shell of what should be
A husk of what could have been
Still, everything fights on.
Everything moves forward in a last ditch effort to save what is left.
The push continues on.

Nothing
Darkness
The endless abyss
Not a sound
No movement
No life
The force that moved is long gone
Yet, the push continues on.

May it be instinct or survival
The push has been lost
But life continues on.