Tried.
I poured the river’s weight into a glass,
And watched the steady hours turn to sand,
I let the seasons break their bones to pass
While holding ghosts within a trembling hand.
I climbed the mountain built of jagged doubt,
With lungs that burned for air I couldn\'t find,
I snuffed the frantic flicker of the doubt,
And left my better pieces far behind.
The armor weighs a thousand tons of rust,
The map is torn, the ink has bled to gray,
I’ve ground my expectations into dust,
And watched the colors drain out of the day.
There is a final quiet in the chest,
A sudden stillness where the fever wore,
I lay the heavy burden down to rest—
I tried, I really tried, but I can’t try no more.