BROKEN STONES… a dark poem

ices on body of water

The burden of the broken stones

Weigh heavy on the mind

Whitecapped waves crest and foam

But cannot wash away the crime

Building blocks to small to see

Poisoned the whole of the base

Years of neglect have now captured me

As I slow to a crawl in my pace

Hindsight lends no healing sauve

For this conjured soul of the damned

Only regret of a dying wretch

As I crumble into sinking sand

FINAL JOURNEY… a poem

photo of green leaf trees covered with ice at daytime

And so,

I meander down the mountainside

Into the valley that would test the resolve of my fear.

No, I have no time for plunder this time around

My journey is a deeper one than that.

While I’ve hidden away upon the mountain,

While I’ve terrorized those, who trespassed upon my land,

I find my ill-sodden soul too heavy to bear the fruits I’ve sown.

Alas, I seek my final resting place among strangers.

God help me!

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