Light shimmered on the
Things I have shadowed…
How can there be such
Glimmering,
Glinting off of
Hallowed gallows?
Heavy hangs the head
Whose mind
Is light.

Do I swallow regret
Or
Do I follow the trail
Of Sorrows?


Begging the Creator
As if a “Lender”
For tomorrow?
From whom am I borrowing?


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