"struggleing" poems
I swim.
I race, down the ice cold river.
My numb feet scrape the rocks as they hit.
The water trys to consume me.
To pull me down, to love me forever.
I fight.
I gasp for air, only to find there is none.
Im in trouble.
Im going down further.
Into blackness.
The light is so high.
I wonder if I can reach it.
I push up.
I reach the surface, gasp a breath of air, and get ****** down again.
This time I dont struggle.
I am so out of breath from struggleing.
I actually feel my cheeks smiling.
The light from the surface is dissappearing.
But the further down I go, I see a new light at the bottom.
I hit the sand.
And suddenly, I am consumed by a light.
A bright light.
That says its hear to save me.
And I can breath again.
And it feels nice.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 7:57 AM UTC
Not often do I walk this path
As looking back I see no light
What others often call the truth of life,
I don't consider as delight
And struggleing back and forth I think
That maybe this no man loath
To look for somebody in life
To share the life ending moan
And maybe truth is just in words
And life considers it as dept
But walking back and forth I see
This struggle has no seeming end.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:05 AM UTC