"Trying To Breathe"

  

Everything all askew.

I am losing my mind.

And I’ve no promise of any tomorrow.

There is nothing waiting for me to find.

  

For seven pushing eight years,

I believe what I’ve done is right.

But it’s left me in a darkened cage.

Nothing left but blight.

  

I’ve no recourse.

That course has already been set.

Leaving me trying to breathe,

Inside everything I don’t have left.

   

Dg

Danny Gunter

6-7-19

 
 

"That Line"

   

What will there be? What will be left of me?

I don’t really know anymore. What do people see?

  

Years are gone. I still know what I do is right.

But what will people see?

So how much in this, is left of me?

  

Am I more important? Am I more valuable?

How do you calculate? Or choose that scale?

    

When or how? How do I measure?

How do I draw that line?

I’m not seeking sympathy, pity or sorrow.

I realize this choice is mine.

I just want to know when, where and how?

   

Where is the departure of selfish?

Where is me and,

How can I draw that line?

  

Dg

Danny Gunter

03-03-2019