The Push Game Testo

The daylight is awful dim
with shudders pulled rim to rim;
I❝m staring at written words
but their sounds will remain unheard
(as I have not the strength to utter them).
And have I known this all along,
of this cowardice and envy?
And is it time that I move on,
breaking free from all that❝s empty?
It❝s hard now to run this race
when there is no human face
to call on in times of choice,
with no reassuring voice.