The Road of Life
Walking along
The road of life
A flowing song
A dull blunt knife
Dragging across
The flesh of sin
The sea of loss
The next of kin
My minds not right
It is not straight
It works in spite
Of my mental state
I need some help
I can not sleep
Nor be upheld
All I keep
And all I hold
Is to climb the steep
And to keep me bold
To help me rise
Umongst the saints
And keep my eyes
Above the waves
Copyright © Dylan Kennedy | Year Posted 2019
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