I’m choked, no air, blue lips
Drawn face,
stymied by contrition.
Gasping, cramping, cringing
Clinging for hope,
Living on borrowed rope, frayed,
weak and useless…I cry like Lamentations of old;
From whence comes my strength,
I know not.
No, I will not fail!
Nor will I submit to defeat.
Let the chips fall where they may,
Guilt may be the devil that drives
me to gallows, yet unseen.
Fear may be the conductor on
this horror ridden train of destruction.
Lunacy may be the captain of this rudderless ship,
but, I will not fail!
Renewed strength powers me on; drive,
determination, zeal, like the Phoenix rising
from the ashes I will succeed, and this I know
for sure…
I will defeat Umaga on “Raw’s Pay Per
View WWE Wrestling” this Sunday night!
It's always great to meet a determined man. Especially is this good, when the guy knows all the answers on this side of the contest. This is a delightful read, and I want you to know that I don't believe much of it, but it's danged good poetry.
It's good to have you on the Den... where we're all trying to qualify for that first word, "Author's" - Bill
Jason Chase, a man filled with personal demons, only wanted to finish his manuscript. But all his carefully laid plans disappear when a stranger showed up at his front door claiming to be his long-lost father.
She was quite capable of taking care of herself...She appreciated everything he was doing for her and the Grandmothers Four, but she needed his help, not for him to take over.
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Be safe,
Karen
George
Your friend, Rose
Can we say: you will not fail? Wotta twist at the end: clver, clever you!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
It's good to have you on the Den... where we're all trying to qualify for that first word, "Author's" - Bill