A Man No More

H. Ray Davis

To exist is a poor imitation of life. Make no mistake people will keep you alive, not that you might enjoy a fuller life, but for their own selfish reasons. You are drained of all your life force to quicken their bodies one last time. Is it not enough that you fought the fight, ran the race and kept the faith? Who should be denied a peaceful passing? I have became a madman. I will be remembered for my outrage at what I have been  reduced to rather than the passion  I demonstrated. I say bury the dead for their labored time is over. I am starved for the peace that the grave allows. I have been a father, a husband and a friend. I crave a long awaited rest. God forgive me for what I have become.

 

H R Davis

  • Author: H. Ray Davis (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 13th, 2018 19:07
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