The Long Last Mile – A Poem

The Long Last Mile

I couldn’t deal with life today
Depression has set in;
Thoughts running away
To find where I had been.

Life has tipped; gone wrong
I cried on simple things.
The day felt way too long
Hung on puppet strings.

Think of lives I could have bore
A happier life shown,
But my heart is bruised and sore
From the life I have known.

I must not dwell on pain and scorn –
Things considerably hard;
All those burdens I have born,
Burned and left me charred.

Told to think a happy thought
One to make me smile
And think less of the pain I sought
Down the long last mile.

When I finish with my travel
Will I then be cured
Of that which will unravel
And happiness endured?

The Long Last Mile Β©Robin Allen 2016

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