Barrage.

Those times you want to step off the train?
Those times, for me, are here again.
Life becomes heavy,
When there’s too much to carry,
And it’s as if its chosen me to harry.
There’s no mental space,
No time of pause,
Before another barrage,
At each of my doors.
There’s no peace in the night,
No peace in the day.
But you just keep on moving.
There’s no other way.