The Bog
Walking through with sinking, stinking, steps,
weight of wood already straining my biceps.
I look in a puddle and see my reflection,
Dirty faced haggard of a heavily taxed boy
Ragged in clothes a look of dejection.
Walking stick useless as it sticks from the mud,
useless in its niche as it continues to flood.
Water falls harder becoming tinglingly numb
The body strains stronger 'gainst the desire to rest,
succumb to weakness, all dreams to lay dumb.
Solidify, agents, give proof to my step,
allow me my passage in this epic moment
where your hinderences are given bad rep.
Remove your sour smelling effervescent presence
from my hanging clothes and deliver me the heavans.
weight of wood already straining my biceps.
I look in a puddle and see my reflection,
Dirty faced haggard of a heavily taxed boy
Ragged in clothes a look of dejection.
Walking stick useless as it sticks from the mud,
useless in its niche as it continues to flood.
Water falls harder becoming tinglingly numb
The body strains stronger 'gainst the desire to rest,
succumb to weakness, all dreams to lay dumb.
Solidify, agents, give proof to my step,
allow me my passage in this epic moment
where your hinderences are given bad rep.
Remove your sour smelling effervescent presence
from my hanging clothes and deliver me the heavans.