Weak Knees
I've lasted through it all,I've seen a lot of stuff,
But nothing I've observed,
Has ever been this rough.
It's kicking at my knees,
Trying to knock me down,
I try so hard to keep,
My feet upon the ground.
I walk a dozen yards,
Only to make sure,
This isn't the conclusion,
The disease without a cure.
I'll be damned to hell,
If I just sit back and cry,
Impossible or not,
I will continue to try.
Not until my dying day,
Will I not walk at all,
As they kick at me,
You'll hear my body fall.
I'll never get back up,
I know it's sad my friend,
The day my knees buckle,
Is the day my life will end.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2008-01-31 at 17:13
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