Dirge

The sound of feet shuffling Slipping on mossy rock Blindly forging onward Through sand and shale To reach their hidden home The feel of rough stone Pressing against soft skin Exhaustion creeping in While they weep and moan Knowing tomorrow is lost The grooves are jagged Cut into the faded rock Gripped by rough hewn … Continue reading Dirge

Six Feet Up

Six feet up, they live their lives Oblivious and unobtrusive Shackled by invisible chains To soil and sky and soul Fighting for an irreverent relevance They don’t know they already possess So trained as they are on the future A narrow pinpoint of light At the end of an endless tunnel Or hung up on … Continue reading Six Feet Up