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.
Are You Reading Me?
Whoa! This piece is strong and powerful despite it's grace and brevity. Great combination of attributes!
ReplyDeleteThanks Kim, this was inspired by exhaustion ;-)
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