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 © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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