The Weight

Fitful sleep, evil bastard,

You piss the night away,

Dancing and whoring,

With the ghosts of days gone by.


Sweet dreams, cruel tormentor,

You gesticulate with open arms,

 Seducing heightened senses,

With fruits held safe from starving lips.


Peaceful rest, illusive prey,

You lurk in thorny lairs,

Keeping me in view,

With scant regard to my hunger.


Waking hours, miserable beast,

You prance the course unbridled,

Leaving me to choke on dust,

With loads of shit to carry.



Daily Post Keyword: Carry


About Phil

Hi, my name is Phil. I’ve managed to escape the corporate world, rid myself of excess belongings, travel the country extensively in my old Winnebago, and find a new home on a beautiful barrier island in the Gulf of Mexico. I define myself as: a free spirit, a writer, a philosophical anarchist, a poet; a lover of nature, a lover of art, a protector of animals, as well as a devoted friend and partner
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6 Responses to The Weight

  1. TheViperPit says:

    This is beautiful. I love it.


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