BurdenA Poem by PeteHow can any man be weak who dares to be at all? - ThoreauFor most of my life. I kept ugly truth at arms length. Swimming in denial. A bed of nails leaving its mark. It caught up with me and wore me down. Legs tired from piggy-backing it. Freewill strained. It owns me more than I dare to admit. Holding me in hallmark's fraudulent pit. Upon my soul, painful truth written and penned. When will its unbearable weight ever end ... © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on September 10, 2019 Last Updated on September 10, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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