Sometimes I feel limp

Like my stuffing was torn out
Small grubby fingers reached inside
Ignoring the way I squirmed and cried
And I felt my body deflate
My outside layer looks the same
Pounds of flesh on a sturdy frame
But my strength is just an illusion
Long past the time when hope took flight
Urging us closer to some steady light
Whispering answers in a state of fright
Let out more string for the coming fight
But I hear myself say I’m tired
If I am then they must be too
Fatigue heavy like a noose
Pretending that we get to choose
The outcome