Tag: strife

Each Path

Each path I take throughout this life
Is gilded thick with thorns of strife.
They tear, they shred, they scratch at me,
They rip my flesh, my blood runs free.

Each path grows higher where I walk:
My blood dries thick and covers up
The crusted mess of those before;
Each drop adding, slowly, more. 

Each path is slick with human slime,
The thorns are all I have to climb;
Though striving is a painful tread,
To stop my crawl would leave me dead. 

Each path leads on, I know not where,
The effort all-consumes my care,
My straining mind directs each step;
My straining will is barely left. 

Each path through never-ending grey,
Is intertwined in mass array;
As though the coiled muscles tight
Across my frame: a twisted blight.

Each path has left my body worse,
Behold me now: a living corpse.
I wish to rest, but can’t escape
These paths which I forever scrape.  

04.11.19

Poem from December

I search among the shadows great,

But I am all too filled with hate

To see beyond the striking black.

This path of doom, this lonely fate,

Is filled with those of rot and wrack,

And with them now I take this track.

 

I only wish to see some light,

But finding none to left or right

I stumble on through slimy air.

So long ago I lost my fight

All thought or any shred of care

Has left me now, alone and bare. 

 

This pain I feel, the grief of loss,

Has caused my inner thoughts to toss,

And in my heaviness and shame

I realize that this weighty cross

Is greater than my weakened frame.

Someone else must take my blame.

 

12.14.18

Waking Up this Morning

Waking up this morning,

Climbing out of bed;

Staring in the mirror

At my sleepy head.

 

Going through the motions,

Packing up my stuff;

Trusting in the notion

That I can be enough.

 

Enough all on my own,

Enough to do my tasks,

Enough while all alone,

Enough! Enough! Enough with all the masks.

 

Crushed by all the sadness,

Pushed beyond my strength;

Caused by my own selfish

Need to self-sustain.

 

04.09.19