Weary

Written August 4, 2008. Reflections at three in the morning seem to be the purest somehow.

I have always had a great deal of combat with a good many things. Love, self-loathing, discovery. I have found all these things strewn down the ivy-covered path I have chosen so hastily to Stoll down. Many things I have faced, and overcome, and still so many lay before me. I will lay them down behind me before the long day is done. It is near noon in my life, and already it feels like twilight. I am tired and weak with little to sustain me. It is now that I wonder, as we all do from time to time in our deepest hearts and darkest places, what I am doing in these damned woods in the first place, and when will the sunshine on my path again.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Jules]

yes quite a good poem! I like the first line! The way that you incorporate combat into love, self loathing and discovery...this can all be very true and I think it is very acute of you to have picked this out and written it in a decent manner!
I enjoy the way you include questions that we may ask ourselves in life, in your poem...I do feel the weariness to a certain extent and feel the origins from what this poem could come from...However I think this could be further developed and sustained...

P.S. the spelling mistakes should definitely be corrected...

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

So take a little stroll and fix that and then walk to the edge of it...there just beyond that patch of brush...there in the quietness of life...come along now dear..no worries. you just slept walked onto another's path..this one is not your own...wake up dear ...that clock is still ticking and you have dreams to keep. Its time for brunch.

[Pure life]

Its ok i do that all the time....very nice