LAST MILE

Was it just the wind blowing upon my skin
That sent a shiver making me draw within
Or was it the memories I could not defend
The faces and places I should have befriend

The winding path I dared to trod through life
Took its toll slicing my soul with a rusty knife
I paid the pound of flesh from my corrupt soul
Praying time not temptation would fill the hole

But I now walk the last mile of God's great gift
Balanced between heaven and hell's fiery rift
Slow going the uphill climb for judgments decree
To shed my skin, my sins and again be truly free
                            Bear

Author's Note

I leave most punctuation to the reader that they can read the poem in their own meter, mood and motility. I thank you for taking the time to read my work.

Reviews

[Ehra Khan]

Great wordplay and lovely flow. We eventually become free once we are shed off our materialistic commitments and desires. I loved it.

[Bear]

Thank you and your right we also collect guilts and sins from wrong doings that weigh us down :~)

[Farrah]

Great poem! I loved the rhyme!

[Bear]

Thank you, I was just playing with a few rhyme lines this evening and they fell into place :~)

[Farrah]

Haha! I do that sometimes but none of my work is as good as yours.

[Bear]

Maybe after you have been writing poetry for over five decades :~)

[Farrah]

Wow! 5-decades!!! That is fantastic!