Struggle, A Daily MarchA Poem by Chris TaylorA poem about the difficulties of a hard lived lifeStruggle, A Daily March
A Poem by Chris
March, march , I travel your parched wasteland One step, one stumble and the drudgery continues day after day Blisters, Boils and broken toes The tattered shoes I bought let loose one more stitch mile after mile
Water, my internal make up, where is your quench The wastefulness of my youth as I cleanse my mouth and spit The world chokes it’s neighbors for your life-preserving drops Now its essence ebbs from my pores
My soul’s direction is lost; like pushing through the blizzard in a headwind Each day’s purchase is toward a map that won’t lead me home Struggle, failure, clawing and clenching teeth Brow furrows but concentration is erased on Alzheimer’s cruel chalkboard
I drag the social chain; Making sure others hear the clink each link makes Some-days I skip; most days I plod forward a little No one can help me; no one left a candle in the window
Who the hell am I; a slave to my regimen Or am I victim of my own regime Did the monster I created become self-aware Did I not hide my flaws well enough
I paint my Carnivale mask with the color of everyman Being careful to appeal to everyone; and no one is offended My soapbox can no longer support my weight And I fall down on top of my own principles skinning the knee of my hipocrisy
Just one more step towards the oasis of “Reborn” Please God, not another mirage; not another visage of my own creation Make my weary steps firm and bandage my feet Give unto me a new map; a new direction © 2011 Chris Taylor
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19 Reviews Added on September 23, 2011 Last Updated on September 23, 2011 AuthorChris TaylorSioux Falls, SDAboutI am a writer, poet, musician of 30 years, husband, father and follower of the Most High God. I try to let my writing point the way back to a relationship with Jesus. When I am not writing I am probab.. more..Writing
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