I need you to know
I can’t see past tomorrow,
That I’ve been surviving these last five years
On nothing but blood and tears,
That I’m withering under the weight
Of me.

I need you to know
The more I fight my yoke
The more it chokes me,
The more of my burden I share
The harder it becomes to bear,
But my pen rebels –                        Stop!

I need you to know
I am dying,
That this is the midnight hour
Of a squandered life
And I’m struggling for recognition
Of my struggle.

That these crudely woven words
Are my last desperate attempt
At preserving a tiny piece
Of what could have been.

I need you to know
That I’m sorry.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.  Robert McCracken is a gifted poet, with the ability to paint a picture and stir emotion with so few words. I’m always excited to recieve his work, and have a few more pieces I hope to post soon. I hope he someday puts his collection together in book form.

Robert can be reached at:
Smart Communications/PADOC
Robert McCracken LG8344
Sci-Greene
P.O. Box 33028
St. Petersburg, FL 33733