MOVING
I am too weak to sleep
too tired to dream.
I feel mysef melding
with the earth
as a brook with a stream
fluid motion into something
not of my knowing
too numb to womder,
fading from view
about to splint asunder
my soul free to do
what souls do
cutting
into inevitability
leaving the rest of me
behind.
Comments
you still have an exceptional mind
this still in your poetic vision I find
don't leave us behind
give all that is contained in thy mind
of your worth twill us remind
we will stand solidly behind
Your compassion is
Your compassion is extraordinary...you help me stay alive. My abilities are limited
thank you ,my friend.
you will live longer
than will I
see Joe
time will tell
u will be well
Another,
Another exceptional poem. Regards Roscoe...
thank you, my friend. Such a
thank you, my friend. Such a comment is the anodyne to the 'poison" that is slowly taking me away from myself.
joe