My tepid flesh is failing me,
My bones turn dry and frail.
I reached for visionary peaks,
Now I have a tiger by the tail.
My body took a hundred beatings,
It got used to my betrayals.
Will it survive another week?
Will it return me to the cradle?
I know I must stop the race,
Burn the finish line to dust.
My lungs will give up air
If I keep mixing love and lust.
Is there hope for the restless?
Do I deserve a gram of peace?
My tired thoughts pull the lever
As I fall to my knees.
-Jackie
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 