Sweating and bleeding, wounded he fought

And When his life reduced him to his knees

His empty eyes looked up at his charging enemies

Not seeing but looking through them, lost in a deep thought

Trapped in a conundrum, caught in life’s inevitable dilemma

To stand up again, Persevere, fight this battle one more day

Or to let go, become free from his fate and move on today

To go on or to move on, was the choice he had to make

But he was too tired to go on and too pious to move on



Photographer Unknown
Poetry © Copyright 2016, Opinionated Head