Roots Of Me

 

Into infinity I stare... 

Nothing I know, 

And what I do I cannot bare... 

I am scared... 

Scared to death... 

I stand quiet... 

Still. 

Silent. 

I hear...  

Oh, God forgive us... 

This rain cuts 

Deep... 

It devours every inch of my being, 

That all that grows must also fall... 

And I search for a deeper meaning, 

When there's no meaning at all. 

We grew,  

Conquered and destroyed  

The all of the land, 

While carrying the weight of an hourglass 

And its sand. 

So much battle, 

So little was done. 

In the End,  

The oceans run. 

The river flows. 

For the just and the unjust... 

The wind blows. 

Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.   

 

Carlos Miguel Vieira R 

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