Poem - Last Hope

[kokopelle]

We all have our struggles. Age varies them with struggles lessened or added.

Last Hope
Poem for Day 275 – 20151003

Last hope for my mind,
so many years have gone by
and here I still stand
seeking release from the binds.

Where is my heart,
the passion to fly?
Don't look to the sky
when the prison is near.

Surrounded by mountains,
piled high on each side.
Possessions of a lifetime
now confine as if bars.

I must find a way
for the mind to revive
or I'll drown in the mire
of a life that should fly.

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