The crush

He has lost the battle. What he thought, no longer exist. The stale taste in his mouth has never left. He has lost his battle. No more opportunities knock on his door. Calm thoughts of his past decision making has blasted him to peaces. His hope of bouncing back has become ever so slim. Ever so slim he becomes. There is no food he can eat to nurture himself. Nothing he can drink to quench his thirst. He has lost the battle, his battle to make it through.