I crawled in misery.
My hands were torn and my knees were chafed raw by the friction.
All I wanted was to walk on my two feet and rid myself of my agony.
I walked in misery.
Aching feet, my knees weak and my back bent, weary and defeated.
All I wanted was the to arrive at my destination more swiftly, by running.
I ran in misery.
My lungs were exhausted and my muscles were clenched in protest.
All I wanted was a respite for my worn out body and tired mind.
I recessed in misery.
My body yearned for movement, my mind mourned its corrosion.
All I wanted was to move, however slow and painful, as long as I was kinetic.
I was miserable, with a complete lack of satisfaction.
Every moment I spent breathing, my greed was fuelled.
I was a greedy miscreant; my every progress was sinful
And it made me wonder at how futile my efforts were,
How incredibly capricious and quick my demands were,
I fulfilled one as soon as I could and another arose with such haste,
It left me running in a deathly, devious circle of fatally unsatisfactory misery.