July 25, 2012

The pain, like an unmoving puddle
Sticks to life, sapping on its energy.
Several miles since it was last felt
Yet stays; a backstabbing companion.

How can two be carried - me and the pain?
The boots feel heavy; the body weary.
I must say goodbye to my old friend
To move ahead, into the land of the free.

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