mtnslamgrass
What is left to give?
I gave my time, my life, my value
I gave my heart, my tears, my joy
All for you, none for me
Everything went wrong today, staring with breaking my shoe laces. Then there was the flat tire.FML! The last straw was the train blocking my route to work. Nothing went right this morning. Except the fact that after all those delays I was 3 minutes behind the drunk who ran the red light and broad-sided another vehicle, killing the driver
I rolled over in bed, turned my wife's face towards me.
I whispered in her hear my desire.
To trust her, for her to trust me.
This was our time, our intimacy.
She knows my heart, my soul.
I see them in the street, dirty, worn out, clothes that should have been replaced a year ago. Their dirty faces peeking out behind the bombed out ruins, smoking, dusty, reeking.
Their parents killed, shot by the Germans during the pogram to cleanse the world of Jewish filth. They welcome the funny men with steel hats that speak in words they don't understand. But these men have food, blankets and love.
It's my daily grind to get up and get out of bed
To find something useful to do every day instead of work
It's climbing that 13,000 foot peak
It's my first half marathon
Watching my dad die from Lymphoma in a hospice unit
There is potential danger here. To my physical or emotional being.
The hairs on my arm stand up, my skin pricks in anticipation.
I am sweating and there is an intense know in my stomach.
Smoky and full of fire
I feel the smooth burn
Just a few rocks to keep it mellow
But I miss the peatiness of a scotch
Mellowed, golden, smooth
Mobility for the immobile
My aunt after her broken hip
Aid, not dependency
I follow you with my eyes
my gaze, intent, as you pass me on the sidewalk
I see where you;ve been, where you are headed
I've lost sight
where we played as kids
more like creeks that pooled stagnant water
war games and bike jumps
more trouble than we could count
moss and water, mud and muck
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