DARK OF NIGHT

A shadow appears.

Dark as the night.

Moving closer.

Encompassing all.

An opening hole.

Of death and despair.

The grass trembles.

Flattened by its footsteps.

Beneath its terrible burden.

But it’s too late.

It’s here. 

But I’m not.

WE WALK ALONE

karl-shakur

We walk alone

through the cold and rain.

We carry our troubles

on our weary backs.

The load gets heavier

each and every year.

We grow older

but not always wiser.

When will life become simpler?

When will the load lighten?

Not in this lifetime.

Maybe in the next.