Nate Carter

Rising, falling, loving and hating,
Living, dying, giving and taking.
What tomorrow brings, we cannot know,
By faith we must walk, by wounds we must grow.
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Horses tethered to each taut appendage,
The time draws near for my final hemorrhage.
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At the crossroads do I stand,
Head in heart and heart in hand.
More than I have, do they demand.
I'm broken.
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This cloak I wear, by day and by night,
Though warm it not, nor its burden light.

It hangs on my bones, as a drunk female sailor,
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Ripping and pulling, this way and that,
Scratching and tearing, what’s got into that cat?

Never have I seen a small feline so queer,
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Through my window peers, the eyes of the moon,
Its pupils as shadows, dance through my room.
Weightless, sanguine, pure, and carefree,
Moon beams know not sorrow, nor fear gravity.
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We all wear masks upon our faces,
Painted sheathes to hide disgraces,
Painstakingly forged in the crucible of our souls.
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Honesty is a bottomless ocean,
Unbridled it will stir emotion;
An oft ignored but curious notion,
Strong enough to crush devotion,
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Why oft in darkness do I seem to live?
Eschewing the light that He freely gives.

Onward I plod, my perspective myopic,
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Little man full of life, full of wonder and love;
Excited to touch the white clouds above.

Away from the gate, we softly proceed;
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