Stones on an old soul


This life of Sisyphean tasks

Has my heart rendered mute

Though it may scream, gasping
I don’t know where the time has gone

Nor how the Cairn wound up on my soul

But now we are here 

Barnacles and grey chin sprouts
Forever will I endure

Mostly for those who are

Forever fighting for me

What life throws in my face

Be that mercy or grievance
I know where the hope that I have

Comes from

And will be kept as my blaze

Through days and mostly night


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