Reckoning

I lay my soul
To rest
After all of
The grief
And turmoil.

It is done.
The heart is tired
And the spirit
Is weak.

I shall stand aside
And let reckoning
Take its toll.

To you my dear,
The shadow
Of this clenched fist.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

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About the Author

Region, Country: Manila, PHL

Favorite Poets: R.S. Thomas

Comments

I reckon

I reckon
we have nothing
to talk about...

Cool poem, the end clenches it!

;-)

Thanks Kailashana :)

Thanks JayCee

Wow! Thanks for the compliment! You're too kind :)