Walking an uneven road,
carrying a heavy load.
With no place for repose-
or spot to unload.
My mind writes an ode
to open spaces and rain.
For seeds, we haven't sowed,
and links of time like chains.
Feet planted in soil, l left unplowed.
the earth beneath us, rough, rugged-
tears drops fall from thunder-clouds.
pouring from- an emptying bucket.
Like memories fade away,
as metal turns to brownish rust.
The past like boulders weighs
upon me, reminders of broken trust.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Walking an uneven road,
carrying a heavy load.
With no place for repose-
or spot to unload.
My mind writes an ode
to open spaces and rain.
For seeds, we haven't sowed,
and links of time like chains.
Feet planted in soil, l left unplowed.
the earth beneath us, rough, rugged-
tears drops fall from thunder-clouds.
pouring from- an emptying bucket.
Like memories fade away,
as metal turns to brownish rust.
The past like boulders weighs
upon me, reminders of broken trust.
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