Wes Thompson Poems
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A Hero Is One Who Falls Asleep With His Shoes On
When dusk dissolves the last shreds of light,
Do heroes lay awake at night?
Or do they dream, brilliant days to come-
With a winning smile, good deeds all done?
Perhaps defeat creeps with them to bed,
As a rusty nail in the back of their head.
Maybe all they wish at night,
Is for dawn to kill their dreamless fright.
Mayhap they do not wish at all,
As full moons unwind and fate befalls.
For surely all taste Fate's stale breath-
No might of man may outlast Death.
All men, no doubt, serve God's demand,
And are wrung like wet socks into Life's thirsty ...
It's Not Worth It To You
A rare encounter with hollow footing
Or a contour life not worth refuting?
Will you come fully loaded-
Last wishes near breast?
Or come empty handed?
Fate shall not contest.
Will Death scrape up your knees,
Leave you all but alive?
Or will you scream in his face,
That you're ready to take the dive?