pick my bones
weary broken
heartsore
up
from where life has
scattered them on the floor
dust off
the grime
and salt rime
from tears shed.
regather thoughts
from whence they fled
straighten up
the bowed back
plant the semblance
of a smile upon my face
take my place,
near the end of the rat race
and put my best foot forward
even as the other foot
drags through broken glass
and the detrius of a life
lived to hard...to fast
don't look back....
just move on.....and on
somewhere....there will be
some sort of comfort
till then grind your bones
on the grist of life....
taste the salt on the wind
and remember when......
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 8:45 PM UTC
pick my bones
weary broken
heartsore
up
from where life has
scattered them on the floor
dust off
the grime
and salt rime
from tears shed.
regather thoughts
from whence they fled
straighten up
the bowed back
plant the semblance
of a smile upon my face
take my place,
near the end of the rat race
and put my best foot forward
even as the other foot
drags through broken glass
and the detrius of a life
lived to hard...to fast
don't look back....
just move on.....and on
somewhere....there will be
some sort of comfort
till then grind your bones
on the grist of life....
taste the salt on the wind
and remember when......
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