Untitled Poem

Damn, but I do get tired
Of having to be on the run all the time
Heavy legs pumping
Axes swinging to bite into the rough bark over which
I tread
Since I cannot tread water long
At all
Dragged down by the heavy legs
Even with a life jacket strapped
Secure around me
Better than a blanket in the idea
Worse than the execution
Because I felt safe with my softy
As I know I am not in bright orange or yellow
Bobbing briefly on the waves before
Going under once again

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If I can but stay where
My footing is sure
I will avoid sinking in where
I cannot get out
But I cannot afford to stop even here
I may not drown
But laying down
I will be trampled
And that is not any better

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