Stuck in a rut with no way out.
Opening my mouth but you can’t hear me shout.
Locked here in this world alone with my doubt.
Directions to safety keeps telling me to reroute.
My positivity has been my fingertip of hope.
Lately I’ve been sounding more like a garbage eating billy goat.
I keep slipping and sliding up and down a well traveled slope.
My plans so sabotaged I feel on the verge of a Virginia Woolf note.
The love for life counted down till it came.
And all those blissful imaginings… went up in a flame.
The clock hit zero and that pain I’ve held back…my brain is lame.
My mind limps and stumbles with fatigue and shame.
To change the world takes so much of your light.
You pull yourself up but find you haven’t enough fight.
You claw at limbs to see the white light.
Try as you may you just don’t have the might.
I still hang on to one thin strand.
Feeling the whole time that I wait on grains of sand.
My heart burns and it aches with each weak demand.
When I last close my eyes I hope to be in a new land.
3 thoughts on “Outlasting?”
Oh Ron… Hope you’re okay 😔
Powerfully written, and painful to relate to (particularly the final line, as I feel the same)–I, too, hope that you’re in better condition than these lines describe. We, who’ve never met, need you.
I hope this is just poetry Ron, if not up l hope you can feel better very soon 💜