The temptation of the shortcut
Is the greener grass
The faster, cleared path
To forget the grind,
the pain of your trailblazing
A trail no one seems to notice
Except the weeds run amok
That seek out the greatest shit
(All those who know me best
say I'm full of it)
This is why I stay
To keep the sun unchained
From hiding vines
And remain vigilant
To defend this barely established line
My creation, this little least mine
In spite of what hunts in the shadow
My own; my throne
My crown of dirt and mud
That I'm forever tempted
To leave in this chaotic wood
Abandoned to doubt and fear and shame
To be finally free
From the constant tending of this flame
But I cannot abandon my post
To those that haunt, whichever ghost
Else this labor love will be reclaimed
So I remain chained
To clear the line with outstretched hands
To march in defense with searching feet
Gladly the sole sigil
In this my lonely vigil
To hold this line
Against MYSELF
11/21/12
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
