I try, I, and I, we, always Try. <br />For I, have not a soul, <br />That yearns for the sky, <br />Mine, urges for fire. <br /> <br />Fire to burn in, <br />Fire to gaze at, <br />To warm, what coldness <br />Came upon it. <br /> <br />And so, I, always I, <br />Must not fear, nor death <br />Nor life, so are they <br />Quite the same <br /> <br />They, always They, <br />Keep pushing, to the limit <br />The poor beating heart <br />That can not, must not <br /> <br />Take the pressure <br />Of choice <br />Of decision <br />For I lack the will. <br /> <br />And I, always I, <br />Will not, not anymore, <br />Bear that weight <br />For I cannot. <br /> <br />And it so is, <br />And shall be, <br />For can it be <br />Otherwise?<br /><br />A.R. Brixton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-try-5/
