plow in deep
into the soil of the weak
where the roots fray
and leaves shrivel away
my hands grow weary
from both our weights i carried

down.  down.  down.

you left me to drown

from both our weights i carried
my heart grows weary
and my being starts to decay
for my core has been slayed
my voice grows weak
as i plow in deep

words so profound
yet in distraught unwound
all the bits of everything unfair
setting fire to a pair

arms wringed around my torso
as i trudged through the hustle and bustle
the sights and sounds only but muffle
panic clawing away at these muscles

clutter, clink and clank
stones take form from end to end
blunder, blink and blank
ground stripped and made whole again like make-pretend

a gentle and quiet ruin
spread out into the abyss
weightless and withered thin
where something feels amiss

roll of thunder
stiffle my cry
in your wrath
my solace lies