Poem 12-Halfway There

Halfway there

Like to think the worst is behind us

Or below us

Or under the bed where we cannot see

But this is just that drop off point

Where the sleepy give up

And the die hards keep going

Our brains have been mutated now

The regular day to day

Has been replaced by poet brain

A strange beast for sure

It rules from here on out

As our eyes being to close

Our shoulders begin to lean

This is where we lose control

We lose our critic

Where we lose common sense

!2 more hours

Halfway point

A milestone has come

A milestone to go

A monument to poetic perseverance

And masochism.


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.