Glares on the glasses added to blurry sight;

Lens flares, untied shoelaces worsened by rainy night.

Words slur, I shiver with fear;

Asking myself, Why am I here?

There’s a chill that went down my spine;

This feels like hell, nothing divine.

My clothes drip, soaked in rain,

I take a trip, crying in pain.

The street light shone brighter, my eyes are now sore,

I know I’m not a fighter, never been before.

Stepping in the puddles, I take the lonely road,

For whatever lies ahead,

Hell or heavenly abode.


7 Comments Add yours

  1. jim- says:

    Excellent poem and message. I like.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks! How’s your weekend going?


      1. jim- says:

        Good. Busy. I work on the house every day. Before and after my job. I’m tired but very good thanks.

        Liked by 1 person

        1. What’s the progress?? Finished yet?


          1. jim- says:

            No. Just finished the foundation. Pouring a basement slab and floor in the shop this week, backfilling the dirt and putting in power, sewer lines and water lines. 3, 200 foot ditches 3 feet deep.

            Liked by 1 person

          2. Damn! That’s a lot of work. You have help?


          3. jim- says:

            No, not yet. I will in a month.

            Liked by 1 person

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