Drift Poem by John Weber

The slog line tugs my drift
Cutting me to death's side
Fulcrums prove harsh to shift
Most won't barter with pride
Mercy proffers your gift
Across that vast divide

Am I worthy to quest
Toward the heart of the sun?
When I search for my best
Cowardice tears to run
So wrapped up in my jest
Selfish fun spurs this shun

The faces of fleet past
Hover around my head
Most rush by rather fast
Others cork me with dread
These glories unsurpassed
Network my flow with thread

Servant wraiths swoop to gnaw
Everything I could be
Tremors pulse up my jaw
When submitting hope's plea
Passions repel that claw
Your safety ensnares me

What a burden to toss!
Mortal weight floats away
Such transitory loss
From this dimension's fray
Shall one day reach across
To pull us from this clay

Wheels relinquish firm grip
As this grim can twists out
Chaos hastens my slip
On this treacherous route
Impact compels a flip
While I spout my stunned shout