dusk falls upon a weathered day
as a persistent throb hammers weary eyes
resignation sighs where words cannot live

what more can this day bring
what more can this mind endure
what more can this man bear

peace, the treasure of this night’s prayers,
is blurred, as an unfamiliar memory
and sleep is this beggar’s final hope

father hear my silent plea,
as eyes retreat from this furious day,
for a gentler tomorrow – a new day


This poem is part of The Warrior Poet Circle hosted by fellow warrior poet and friend Jason at Endless Impact.

16 thoughts on “”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *