written fall /95
NAILS
Trials never stop
Nothing truly horrific
to lend substance to
(woe is me)
Soft blows
Killing blows
tapping
tapping
steadily
to the grave.
I am no rock
no blade of steel,
my mettle has been
tested
tested
I am
so weary pushing
back
against lessons
cruel lessons
sickened
betrayed,
afraid
to trust.
How much longer
can I stave off
the crushing
weight
of life
before surrendering
to peace
surcease
release of death;
But is it?
Reason for writing:
I wrote this because I was upset, about the the reality of life.
I am submitting it because I feel there's people out there who will
understand and maybe even appreciate the poem.
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