No Rest For The Weary

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "In The Sand Traps Of Desire"

Submitted: July 20, 2015

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No Rest For The Weary

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I hear the taunting

__of kitchen knives sharpening

I imagine what will be used

__when thy take my life

Another falling brick off' the wall

Am I soon to be dead

__just like the rest?

Only being awake for too long

Can get life to roll on thru

__without any hesitation

Making the most of this

These last 36 days

And in counting

Brain waves of mine

__never ben sharper

Pulled pork

__and salmon on rye

How come the clock on the wall

__only tells the time?

Maybe if I were dead

__thee hands of time would crawl

____all over my body

______until I could feel them all

From beyond here there are no tears

From beyond here there is nothing worth crying about

If I ever find a wishbone

Would I be choking on it?

I couldn't escape the foreground

So soon I may drown

Death is a funny sound

Even the living makes life out of the subject

But all thee objects of being?

Well, they taste like water

Bitter, and almost sickening

The rafters are afloat

Like dead bodies down a river

Even the tallest pillars

Break when destructed

"Instruct me," I say

But don't tell me how it's done

Or I will run

Death has been my nightmare

__for oh so long

But when the wheels spin out of control

I'll see the damage that the blind

Could never describe

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07-18-'15 #2

D. L. Cannon


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