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.
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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.