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Weary
by Ken HarnischWords are going the way of will
Both escape me so often now
I wonder if it’s worth the effort
To muster up either/or in my defense.
I remind myself of one of
Those travelers, caught in snowdrifts
A mile high, who want to stop
And go to sleep because there’s
No more urge to carry on.
But it’s when I feel that
Last raspy breath of surrender
That I find the spark to live again.
Giving up has never been my forte
And I’m only defeated when I’m dead
So I’m going to bed, almost sure
That if I leave all this alone a day
The fire’ll come back
And I’ll find the words again
To say I love you in a poem
04/25/2011 Posted on 04/26/2011
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/26/11 at 03:48 AM Waxes and wanes, that's the way of it, isn't it? If we live as long as we have, I don't think there's any way to get around the tide table. Just keep breathing...:) |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 04/26/11 at 10:51 PM ...a tough prescription 'how to say i love you in a pome...cool, punctuating write, words, words, words, waiting, already said...words. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 04/27/11 at 03:58 AM Ken, I get so excited when your name appears on the "most recently posted" list. This one plays tricks, and then is full of hope at the end. Absolutely love it. |
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