They will not die, they will not even lie down. It is one thing after another; they come at you, one after the other. Every day they are there, all the old ones and usually some new ones as well. Every day it is a fight to lay them to rest, to stand up to them and deal with them. Yet they never truly go away.
But how to deal with them? The biggest obstacle is not identifying them, that is easy. There they are huge and looming and unremitting right in front of you. There is no way around them, no way to avoid them. You try, you look the other way, but it makes no difference. If you stand up and stare them in the face or hide they still come, multiplying and growing. Their very weight seems to bear down on you, and with each new one, with each expansion, with each day it becomes harder to even begin to deal with the first one.
Some can be put off, and they just come shufflingly inexorably the next day. Others cannot and come crashing at you, destructive but also permanent. These undying unyielding unavoidable miseries frame your entire life, leaving you diminished and disenchanted. Eventually your life becomes nothing but a losing battle against them; or more likely a battle already lost as you curl up and wholly immobile give in to their demands for inaction.
Eventually you become as them, they subsume you and you join the ziglet of zombies.
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Daily prompts from Putting My Feet In The Dirt Today I wrote from 14:42 to 14:52.
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