Giving Up

Giving up,
the writing's done,
I now quit,
though the sliding's just begun.
The fight to be
fought still here
is now useless,
the outcome I fear.
It is always
the same no matter
what I throw,
the problem getting fatter.
I want to
make it stop
but the focus lacks
at a pin's drop
as now I can't
push any more
to kick it
out the door.
The issue with
which is struggled
now is
the biggest trouble
and the tunnel
through which to escape
is unseen
in this treacherous landscape.
It's all over,
a loss at my hands,
a faltering to
all the demands
with the optimism
out the window
along with
a future to go.