Body worn and torn between birth and the end of the line. It would be fine if we nodded off to sleep keeping memories of our time here behind to remind the world of our stain. But we remain to carry on, still worn and torn, born to exhaust all the possibilities that we possess! Feeling depressed and without vigor, finger on the trigger
and muzzle pressed to chest. But you know, your best is yet to transpire, and still you feel so tired and if you expired tomorrow
would your sleep be met with great sorrow? Sit and rest, lay head to bed and slumber, and arise to lumber through anew. There’s still so much more left for you to do!
do we really end,
or move to life’s new station
without cessation?
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
POETIC ASIDES April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #30: “Dead End”
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 