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
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