Sunday, March 04, 2012

Elective

To rise when I desire
is all that I request
I've walked through the fire
and now I long to rest

the bottom of my feet are charred
the skin completely black
my tattered flesh so deeply scarred
they're threatening to hack

away the only leg
contributing support
which means that I must either beg
or eagerly extort

the means I need to make it through
this fierce short-order life
while doing what I choose to do
to circumvent the knife.

2 comments:

Kim Nelson said...

Whoa! This piece is strong and powerful despite it's grace and brevity. Great combination of attributes!

rch said...

Thanks Kim, this was inspired by exhaustion ;-)