My burden is a heavy load
In daytime light I am in flight
In nightime darkness of fog
I have no monologue
No whisper reaches unto me
Dead silence is all around
Walking the road shuffling
Onward towards hallowed ground
Not to far off in the distance
Once stood a house I knew so well
Overgrown with weeds the place
That sits barren in negative space
It was the site where I had grown
Now there is only a single gravestone
To commemorate what once had thrived
It is I who barely survived
A fire claimed another life
It was the body of my wife
Who was with child never born
It is my bitter thorn
That I shall carry with me to the end
~Moses~
© 2006 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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