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

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Anne-Marie Coreggia

Date: 5/17/2017 7:09:00 PM

It did sound very painful, but you will reap the benefits in time, and I hope for you this time comes quickly:) Amitiés

Nette Onclaud

Date: 5/17/2017 12:46:00 AM

such a solid expression of endurance... i do stretches for low back pain; blame it on dancing.. greeeat stuff, tim..huggs

Sara Ella

Date: 5/16/2017 7:52:00 PM

Ouch! I hope you are not pushing it too hard! Very painful poem-Good writing! I felt every word... O.O

Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/16/2017 4:26:00 PM

i feel for you, tim! hope you get better soon. at least you got a poem from the experience...

Tim Smith
Date: 5/16/2017 4:29:00 PM

Thanks ilene ...lol

Chris Green

Date: 5/16/2017 10:21:00 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.

Tim Smith
Date: 5/16/2017 3:35:00 PM

So do I

Lin Lane

Date: 5/16/2017 9:11:00 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.

Tim Smith
Date: 5/16/2017 3:35:00 PM

Thanks Lin...I think your advice is wise.