Death March

Out in the thickets 
Time stands alone 
Limping around 
Minute by minute 
Not hearing a sound 

But a melodic siren within 
Off pitch and piercing 

Hold back the pain 
No longer 

March on it screams 
March on 

Let the beast devour my flesh 
And allow me to 
March on



* How my body feels after stepping my physical therapy up a     notch
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Coreggia Avatar
May 17, 2017 at 7:09 PM
It did sound very painful, but you will reap the benefits in time, and I hope for you this time comes quickly:) Amitiés
Onclaud Avatar
May 17, 2017 at 12:46 AM
such a solid expression of endurance... i do stretches for low back pain; blame it on dancing.. greeeat stuff, tim..huggs
Ella Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 7:52 PM
Ouch! I hope you are not pushing it too hard! Very painful poem-Good writing! I felt every word... O.O
Bauer Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 4:26 PM
i feel for you, tim! hope you get better soon. at least you got a poem from the experience...
Smith Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 4:29 PM
Thanks ilene ...lol
Green Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 10:21 AM
No pain...no gain. :) At least that's what they say, but I never believed them. This one did hurt my friend, here's hoping that the physical therapy does trick and hurries up in the process.
Smith Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 3:35 PM
So do I
Lane Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 9:11 AM
Dr. Vaso's fix is only temporary and the after effects will leave you feeling like you've been beaten by another beast. sorry, doctor... Seriously, Tim, endurance is what you need to think of, and the good it will do in the long run. Then you march on as long as you like.
Smith Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 3:35 PM
Thanks Lin...I think your advice is wise.
Vaso Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 8:47 AM
Dr Vaso has the pain medication ready LOL
Smith Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 8:50 AM
Rum drip ...lol
White Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 8:12 AM
Good morning my friend.... Can I join you in this tribute to physical therapy? LOL, the horror.
White Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 8:17 AM
Only if we can have a coffee after, and an hour of complaining!
Smith Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 8:14 AM
Lol...come join me
Allison Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 8:12 AM
aww Tim it must be tough going but it will be worth it when you are back to normal fitness and health again:-) hugs Jan xx
Smith Avatar
May 16, 2017 at 8:15 AM
Trying to push myself to that clearing Jan
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