Sandbags Poem by andrue finley

Sandbags


Weary eyes and weary lies I tell my self. Stay up stay up, something is bound to show up just yet.

Cracking shelled body frame hollowing needed rest. But I crack the whip demanding a hold out. Just one more sec

Like boulders resting on my skin.

Heaviness begins to set in


The need to move comes to a stop.

Even the restless clocks are telling me stop.

Let go of the knots I set on my mind looped on distant distractions.

Just lie there

On my sore and aching back

My mind needs to submit defeat and let this broken cage sink in the molten heat

Melt in the rest my body tells me to seek.

For I should know tomorrow is a new leaf

And these sandbags I carry are easier to heave.

When I finally give in to sleep