Poetry: #99 by the end (Used 7)

A selection from a personal collection: Used

Preface

As this collection unfolds each week, I want you, dear reader or listener, to understand that no matter what you’re going through, what you’ve been through, there is an end—there is light at the end of the tunnel. Letting go of the past is only possible if you live in the present. Make the past history, learn what you can about yourself, at whatever pace is comfortable, and I promise your present will take you to a brighter future.

by the end

I am humbled, I’m in trouble.
Bring in bubbles, where is mother?
Fate presses hard, I’m growing worn.
Late night’s hard fights, will it be fine?
Sleep tight this time, just pushing on.
How much too much? What can be done?
Is there salvage? Follow adage.
Crazed minds dark times, sit tight don’t try.
Stop and listen, let her speak out.
Take time think well, leave her the floor.
Speak short but true, give truth in word.
Filler words are, pointless to her.
Meaningless I, really now know.
Give time to heal, let fate take place.

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What are your thoughts on this poem?

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I hear another poem is coming every Saturday!