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Thoughtfulness And Endings

A poem by Jason Morton

By Jason MortonPublished about 3 hours ago 2 min read
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Walk forward with trepidation of tomorrow

For the enemy fast approaches your hold on the here and now

Feel not this way, and do not suffer sorrow

Let go of the anger built by the why's and the how

Take solace in your final run being all that you could make it

Live every tomorrow to its fullest extent

Utter words of appreciation on love of others before you forget

Take pride in the glory of how your day's been spent

To lift up those around you

Now is an all important task

For they'll struggle with what to do

But they'll be there until the breath that is last

Cry not for the things out of your control

And let not foolish pride make you slap that hand away

Spend time in the memories of ole

Be greatful for each new day

Not fair it might feel

As that final rest grows close

To do it so young, a raw deal

Your life was more that most

Fall not with fear or shame

You were but a man

Remember how hard you played the game

And strangl everything out of this life that you can

It comes for us all

The debt all must pay

No one avoids that final call

Even if they want to stay

Loved much, you did

Many hurts worn like scars

The secrets you kept hid

Nights staring deep into the stars

As it comes closer to your time

Who were you really in the end

The devil who spent years fighting crime

A father, brother, son, a fighter and good friend

Growing inside you, that feeling of misery and pain

Fighting each day to stay in a world you barely know

Still a warrior inside, one that's got little left to gain

Even the tougher that you know would prefer to just go

Not now, nor ever, has time been on your side

Always a limited asset it was meant to be

From the icy grasp of the reaper you hide

As fate shows no mercy to thee

Little by little, with each day that passes you by

It takes pieces of what you once were

And ghosts haunt your tortured mind while in your bed you cry

Seeing only the face of her

A symbol meant to bond you did not last in this life

Perhaps there'll be another chance to get it right

Has the devil grown strong enough to take your life

As you must believe, it won't be on this night

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About the Creator

Jason Morton

From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.

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