UNFAILING

nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

Is it not ?
My duty now
To weep
In a moment
Tired, weak.

In a void
Of dampening eye
While clouds
They drift
In a quiet sky.

Is it not ?
A farewell
Now broken
In a heartbeat
A shallow token.

Is it not ?
In words unspoken
Teardrop to cheek
Hot and burning
Spirit yearning.

To rise
On legs
Now shaking
To live a day
With thoughts
Unfailing.

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Comments +

sorenbarrett February 4th, 2026 04:24
A beautiful poem of life and our duty to live it to its utmost a carpe diem. Nicely written Norman
- nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)February 4th, 2026 04:32
  Thanking you and as always much appreciated

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