Knowing What Must Be Done

My past few months have been filled with work and tragedy, with Love and envy. My time for reading and writing has been short, my emotions many, and sometimes the words just come together as I write them…


Knowing what must be done-

In knowledge, truth.
In truth, death.
In death, peace.
In peace, rest.
For I know not
What must be done,
And my deeds
Are frail and passing,
Like a gentle wind,
Or a last breath.
I feel so very tired,
And my legs, weak
And my body, useless
Yet this weight bears down
Still, And holds me,
As if in Love,
As if my troubles
Will never leave my side.
And I wish I didn’t know,
What must be done.


Published by: cynicalwordsmith

I am, by no means, a professional writer. I have no dreams of becoming such. I just enjoy writing in my very sparse free time, both poetry and short stories. If you enjoy any of my works in particular, feel free to tell me. I always enjoy the feedback.

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