Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 12, 2018

Daily missive for Wednesday the 12th of December.~by Peter Forster



Daily missive for Wednesday the 12th of December.

There are no sticks
In the yard
Big enough to lay across
My back
No blades so keenly ground
As to slice through
The armoury of excuses
Keeping my powder dry
As a storm of thankless tasks
Batter hard against my
Defence posts
No matter how many times
There is intention directed
Toward recovery
There will be pause.
Thought is a process
Of balance
Finely cut
Through with an even
Weight afforded
To every argument
Even the sharpest point
The backlift required
To hack away the dross
Of my existence
Lay bare the truth of my
Is restricted
By the lack of freedom
In the follow through
We are tightly strung
Play my tune
It is nary as sweet
As the song
Of the plaintive
Am I that innocent
As to be a torch song
With a happy ending
Doubt is a prison
From which
I look upon
The uncertainty
Of pleasure and principle
With little prospect
Or measure of success
Of what might
Have been if only
My resolve
Had been as finely honed
As the sculpting
Of mine own ego.

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