Shrinking

Do you know how it
feels to be shrinking?
Withering away into
nothing
more than a memory?
You need to put one foot
in front of the other,
but
running in place
is all you can do.
How do you overcome
pain
when it's something
you breathe, a blast
of hot exhaust
in your
face, something turned
you must eat, or starve?
How do you search for
tomorrow
when you're mired
in an endless today?