Weak-Willed
written by: Nicholas Hawk
Moved so much by things so small,
Can’t tell the path on which I’ll fall.
My senses are eroded, but such is life;
We age, and we lose, and we lose when we fight.
I can’t remain still as this crooked ship rocks.
I can’t have seen it all since it all still shocks.
My knees seem to shake at the sight of change;
The clock always ticks, but I’m stuck in my age.
This heavy wind blows; I can’t catch my breath.
I’m drowning in the air as I tally my debt.
I take and I take, but I can’t get my fill,
So here’s another breath to add to the hill.
This winding road that only gets steeper
Demands that I walk it and not a step cheaper.
If I decide to stop, I’ll be marked a sinner.
Is it so bad that I choose how to wither?
I'm Nicholas and I spend some of my free time writing. Even when I'm working, I sometimes need to stop to write an idea down for later. I've always been the creative type but I only recently began my journey into creative writing. For me, writing has been like seeing the world for the first time all over again. Other things I enjoy include drawing, practicing music and working on my html webpage! I've written under other aliases too; one being "Smellen D'generes."
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- Weak-Willed - March 29, 2025
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