Life is draining

Living out of me.

The dark is gaining,

I cannot see.


Life is demanding,

Wants and obligations collide.

A fatal crash landing,

I can’t survive.


Life is depressing,

I’m sinking in sorrow.

Each moment more pressing,

There’s no tomorrow.


Live is love,

That’s why I strive.

It lifts from above,

Keeps me alive.


from The Complete Poems of BREVITY CompletePoems_crop

About John Northcutt Young

I write. Remember making-up stories from spelling words in the fifth grade. A journalism degree followed. Thanks for looking. View all posts by John Northcutt Young

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