Soldier on

I close my eyes for they win,
I breathe slowly, attempting to recover
time has passed leaving little less
than a list of all that should have been.

I regret not, nor ought I to,
but I fear the weight
of this eternal race
I dread the day that is then was.

Should the unsteady pace fail me,
and I could stand no more,
how to hide myself the sore?

I recognize the end of my strength,
I realize it lacking towards my fate,
but how to trudge on?