Tired in the fullest sense
I run until I can’t no more
And mama told me the world would kick
I should a’ listened better.
I can’t control what I believe
and so I cannot walk away
may I listen to my mama
before she leaves me here.
The pain is making things so hard
and I just want to lay it down
but in the snow the reaper waits
and I can’t just give up.
I like particularly the end but in the snow the reaper waits
and I can’t just give up.
I must admit that I often think of so many things through the lens of climbing in the mountains. I know that many people will not be able to relate… but I find it colouring my writing even when I do not intend it to.
is very successful I think
this is a lot like a poem I wrote several years ago… only in the “my mama told me” part that is… I love this one as it stirs the memories, perhaps because I am taking care of my mom now and the roles are almost turned around… it’s hard but I can’t stop.. as you say…
Blessings~
Thank you. Cheers.
Moving, as always. xo By the way, say more prayers! I got my new DSLR. Now I just need my Lensbaby Lens.
You write with such a spiritual deepness in your words…prior military? God bless my friend, the poem is very good!
Yes, sir I am. Thank you for the blessing. I appreciate it.
Gut wrenching.
tears