#262 You’re The Last One I’ll Let In - Poem by Jimmie Arrington
My limbs are freezing,
But my feet keep walking.
My lungs are wheezing,
I’ll write ‘stead of talking.
Just a bit further, I’m almost there,
Though if I quit now no one will care.
My eyes see the goal,
I’m nearing the top now.
My shoes take control
And I’ve made it somehow.
I find a smooth rock and take a seat
Just minutes before the sun’s retreat.
My breath is calming
Here in the mountain air.
My lips need balming,
But I find you nowhere.
Dear, you’ll never see, but this great view
Is one place I dreamt of showing you.
My ears hear silence
And it sets me at ease.
My nose smells fresh scents
Floating on the calm breeze.
It is beautiful beyond compare
And I wish somehow that I could share.
My self is alone,
Not a person in sight.
My throat gives a moan,
Wanting you here tonight.
But I lost you for good, so it seems,
Now I’m left with these unfulfilled dreams.
My mind is absurd,
I forgot what I read.
My heart should have heard
The true words that Yeats said
In his poem “Never Give All The Heart”.
Good thing I never claimed to be smart.
My eyes are now blind
For the world has gone black.
My hands will now find
The lost path I’ll take back.
And I’ll never take this journey again,
‘Cause, Am, you’re the last one I’ll let in.
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