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The Long Walk

A life story unfolded.

By Jason Ray Morton Published 9 months ago 1 min read
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Walk alone, a mind filled with dreary

Life not friendly nor mindful to the needy

Have not the energy, tortured and weary

Chances of survival robbed by the greedy

And all those dreams forgotten

Would they be anywhere but buried

The stench of thy pain in the room so rotten

Waiting you are, away you'll be carried

Many things were not done during your time in the light

Regrets for mistakes and things that needed to be done

An escape it was, one for which you did fight

Never knowing you had no more days in the sun

It pulls and pulls, like the Earth's gravity

Escape from it if you can

There's no more fights for you, an end to the depravity

Your too weakened to respond to what hits the fan

Life left you to face such a horrid calamity

Now fearing not a chance to finish your plan

Like the arms of time, the pulling continues

Each day, a new horror comes for the son

Despite all the wrongs, this is not what you choose

But like always, you know there's things to be done

Slower must you go as the hands pull harder

Now, heat begins to rise

From beneath you, it will come as you get farther

Beginning to see the glow of its eyes

The grasp, inescapable for mere mortals, you fear

Faster comes the debt all who walk this Earth will pay

Look not to the devils whisper in your ear

Trust that this is not that day

Lay peacefully in the still of the night

Closed eyes see memories of a happier past

Sinking feelings fought off with righteous might

Tomorrow comes unless today was your last

Alone again you are

Facing the demons of the grand plan

Not one knows how torridly far

You went to protect the vulnerable of man

Split were you on rights and wrongs

Now time has come for your judgment

Hear the clock tick until the twelve gongs

Those who loved you will know to where you went

Yet they will be wrong

performance poetry

About the Creator

Jason Ray Morton

Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.

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  • Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock9 months ago

    Now this one feels like me, Jason. Editorial note: "Your too weakened to respond to what hits the fan" should be "You're...."

  • JBaz9 months ago

    Very insightful, regret, longing, a feeling of being lost and forgotten.

  • Mymuna✯✯9 months ago

    💯

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