Trouble in the world

I watched the dew rise 

a mist 

ghosts in the morning sun.

I sometimes have

an envious eye

and wish to fade,

to go into some beyond.

Escaping certain future

for the unknown,

'cept as the answering of echos.

Is there belief enough

in me to hold

while time chips away?

I cannot answer 

for such is the strength of shame.

Let us not all drown together.

I've still got shoulders to climb on.

 

 

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muneer's picture

a wish to sacrifice

just make a nother wish

to be strong 

and you may sacrifice

that dismal wish

 

very nice poem