Strings Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

I peered in, timid of mind,
fearful of the dark, and what I might find.
Making ends of these odds,
too small and entwined,
is difficult enough
when using your eyes.

I lurk about, step by step,
eyes closed tight, hands outstretched.
Am I falling, flying,
or playing fetch?
What's at the end,
what will I get?

I smile out, worrisome still,
at all of the love that we have built.
But what is it all
when I lack the will?
It's hard to swallow
even a single pill.
- Samuel Richard Leonard