A truck carrying a million pounds
Yes that’s how I feel
Limping forward
All uphill
I must move forward
Dredging through miles of mud
Lifting each leg of one hundred pounds
Sweat pouring down my face
Torturous as it sounds
I must move forward
Each step I take
Knives stabbing through my Heart
Pain searing through my lungs
Oxygen depleted right from the start
I must move forward
Blood pumping
Pounding through my chest
Every thought of Her killing my Soul
I must move forward, so my Life may Rest
© Oscar Robles
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