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.
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This is a poem of giving in and throwing in the towel after a life of strife. Some simply wonderful lines in this poem "I poured the river’s weight into a glass,
And watched the steady hours turn to sand" The next two lines equally good, as is the next stanza. So I come close to citing the whole poem. Very nicely done my friend
thanks
You are most welcome
You tried to write a fine poem - and you did!
Thank you,orchidee
Excellent write and a fave!
Thank you
I felt this poem in the marrow of my bones. Excellent!
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Wow for me this is someone struggling to climb a mountain.It is so much more however.A lot to unpack here trembling hands to I can't try anymore.Very masterly done.Enjoyable read
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This is pretty much perfect in my book .. well in any book if you ask me .. Neville 🌻
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Friendship, this hit me hard. There’s no performance in this...just exhaustion finally speaking plainly after carrying too much for too long. The closing line lands like someone setting down a weight they’ve dragged for miles. Powerful and deeply human piece, my friend. On another note, is your profile picture a self-portrait or portrait of any kind you've done. I know you''re quite the artist, so I had to ask! ☺️ 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
It's a portrait of oneself
Yay! I knew it! Beautiful self-portrait, my friend. I've said it before, you are one hell of an artist! Rock on my friend!
Yay! I knew it! Beautiful self-portrait, my friend. I've said it before, you are one hell of an artist! Rock on my friend!
Thank you, my friend
So nicely rhymic composition of aging leading to the final death. A well organized description, dear!
this poem is so heart rending and touching - it moved me with its beautiful depiction
Struggles. No matter how hard we try we all have them. Wonderful write. Thank you for sharing.
Interesting- nicely put together.
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