Bite Of This Cold Earth

To call the situation stressed
It could be worse I confess.

Particulars I won’t indulge you.
Prepare the parade for truth.

In little doses I might expose
a little hell yes maybe those.

I can’t guarantee all wise pride;
wisdom I have is short supply.

The floor carries my shadow
heavy as I go as my blood flows.

The doses inclined give power
as my shadow grows by hour.

In this duress I am blessed yes,
blunt forward force heavy dressed.

Appreciate no secrets I’ll keep,
I know of hurt beyond belief.

But the dark I’ll cut shrewd quick
to the upper atmosphere is thick.

With the bullshit I handle mine
is what I am inclined that I find.

As I rewind I am in solace fever
hits my brain in front of deceivers.

All I can do is walk out my shadow
is heavy but break I won’t shallow.

I know truth but I’m sedated sharp
loaded to be true I won’t fall apart.

I don’t expect all the answers I know
sometimes life goes as it goes.

Rules no need to discipline a soldier
of time as time has taken my shoulder.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. Wow, brilliant writing.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Jester says:

      Thank you so very much! 😊

      Liked by 1 person

      1. You’re very welcome ❤

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