Souls Blood
Whole again
The way I was before
They took the pin Out of the wheel
And the spokes fell off
Broken and torn tattered and beaten
On the ground you'll find me bleeding
My soul’s blood out
Needing the world to be
A gentle place If but for a day
Knowing that one more Pain will take away
My need to keep breathing for real
On this hill I climb
It is the one on which you’ll find me
Making a final stand this once I choose
I will upright fight from
The top...
This is the hill worth
Dying on
Chris McQueeney
8/24/12 3:33 P.M.
Tomorrow I will be writing a story in response to my friend Ben Ditty's post
I worked on it earlier but my heart wasn't into it tonight and it deserves my all
7 comments:
we have to choose our hills carefully....and i know the feeling of needing the world to be a gentle place for just one day too....
what a fantastic ending: from despair to determination. i like the fact that this is the hill. the hill is a metaphor for the things that ARE worth dying for, yes....
very nice, chris. it's as though your emotions write your poems, and so well.
i hope your weekend is going well. next week is back to school week for little hands?
love
kj
The week after next kj...but happy about it
wow. your poetry lately. color me impressed. :)
That Other Hill
Oh I'm glad indeed
you found the hill you chose then
not forgetting it
took your stand, dug in
and readied yourself for the charge
sure to come, you thought.
And it did come, yes,
if not as you thought it would.
Another goddam
molehill.
I loved the poem and can't wait for your response :-D
I love the second to last stanza in this, as well as the progression, to that final line.
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