Profound Thoughts
My spirit seems to be weeping, I know not why.
Weakness draws me down at the end of the day.
I fear the drudgery of day to day and week to year.
My mind cluttered with thoughts from the past.
Will this illness continue or quickly pass.
Is it an illness of the body or the mind that I feel?
It is the age of life that weakens me each minute.
Is it the foreign objects that I digest to blame?
I pledge each new day to feel more alive than before.
I have obligations to others, ideas to share, learning.
Where should my destiny take me upon the New Year?
I fear not death; it is either the end or a new beginning.
My worries and fortitudes shall end, upon my passing.
That is why I fear not death only the means of my demise.
Departure from the anguish and happiness I have endured.
Shall never be shadowed by deaths end or new beginning,
Departure or should it be a new adventure upon a rise,
I have little control of when, only maybe the way I will die.
For sure, no one may escape this option, this I know.
That is why, I know fear, will not be the way I go.
Looking for inspiration, I followed the contest link at poetry soup, It took 1 minute for the
words to flow to which I had no idea
exactly where it would end up or even what the title would be.
I just allowed my feelings to flow outward and the above is the result.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2009
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