I lasted longer than Anyone thought I Ever could. Seven years in the wilderness. Five hiding in the woods. Exiled for twenty more I walked out through That open door. Surviving by the hour And breaking by The minute. So I trekked further than The outer limits Wandered longer than Any trail Past dawns and days Making happy. Making hay. I had Christmases And birthdays I had life tripping by Slowly, and rushing By fast. I made the scraps of Time last and last Until the last. I clambered up the Mountainside I stared into the abyss I recounted my small Victories, and mourned Each hit and miss. There is no way back And no way forward I appear to be stuck On a precipice. My battery is leaking Acid Onto the carpet of my Brain. And I can't keep on Climbing Much to my eternal Shame.
I enjoyed reading your words aloud…which is the fitting way to think about a verse…an excellent poem IMHO.
As always I appreciate your kind comments.