Life be crazy
The weight has settled, a dull, persistent ache,
Not of a day, nor week, but of a life I make.
A life of struggle, of burdens hard to bear,
A tapestry of hardship woven everywhere.
The camper's walls, a constant, close embrace,
A far cry from the home I'd almost put in place.
Evicted dreams, like ashes in the wind,
A cruel betrayal, leaving wounds that mend...then rend.
My kin I shelter, sons and cousins near,
Their hungry faces, a love I hold so dear.
I feed their bodies, but their spirits crave,
A dignity, a purpose, that I long to save.
My music sleeps, unsung, unbought, unheard,
A silent symphony, a hopeful, whispered word.
The melody of survival, caught in my throat,
As empty pockets mock the dreams I wrote.
No friendly solace, just echoes in the void,
The hollow promises, the joy I've been denied.
I stand alone, a solitary tree,
Stripped bare by storms, for all the world to see.
The epilepsy's dance, a cruel, relentless sway,
It steals my senses, dims the light of day.
Each seizure a reminder of the chains I wear,
A constant battle, a silent, anguished prayer.
I scan the horizon, searching for a sign,
A glimmer of hope, a reason to align
My weary spirit with a strength unknown,
To rise above the mud, and claim a life my own.
Hello my name is David, just wanted to share a little about myself. I am 51 years old my life isn't perfect but who's is. Been writing since I was 10 I am epileptic. I put a lot of time and thought into my work, I also write music. I am disabled so I have a lot of time on my hands. Hope this doesn't disqualify me from contest, if so no hard feelings. Best wishes to my brother and sister poets.
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