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It is a poem of futility.

Submitted: July 14, 2017

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Reach out and stop the hands

I am tired

I have raced along the path

Far too long.

The weary in my soul

Has greatly taken toll

So reach out and stop the hands

Let me go.

 

Too deep the road is rutted

By the past

Take the plow and make it smooth

For awhile.

I have memories I need

So why my soul should bleed?

Reach out and stop the hands

Let me go.

 

I have seen the great beguiler

Changing nations

I have watched children starve

For sake of greed.

I wish to see no more

On this or any shore

So stop those hands

And let me slip away.

 

I lived and loved and laughed all I dare

My pockets, they are bursting with despair.

If I must cry another tear

Then let it be out of fear

Sorrow's not for me

Anymore.

Stop the hands

And open death door.


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