Here we are, how I wish we weren't

This timid heart a 200bpm rabbit not like that you vulgarian like a frightened excitable permanently pulsating come on mammal living some say existing largely underground afrightened and ascurvy Riddled with the pestilence of forgotten decades and winters long gone which laid down their stains upon the landscape frosted thistles and tree circles yet all it takes is a kind word Oh Mr Dickens a mere sniff never mind a teaspoonful of gruel the tiniest glimmer of hope in the form of a one-line response No matter how indifferent, ineffectual or shadow insolent just keep hanging on that's what you do best Just keep hanging on until that one day... There is no longer one more day but at least you held on with elasticated hope until that final day which if you care to think about it is something, but then again