Trickle.

When they trickle down, one by one,
Sometimes two by two,
You feel your spirit draining,
As you do what you must do.
A deeper breath, hiding words of swear,
Muffled by exhalation.
When is my time, for moments of peace,
Or even joy, perhaps elation.
Still, I'm pushing on,
Heavy feet first, lids beginning to drop.
There can be no light at the end of the tunnel,
If you give in now and stop.