Saturday, July 24, 2010

The reluctant stone

I would gladly lead.
For I remember
Being born for that.
I will joyfully play your hero,
Inspire your hearts
And save our children.
For I remember my training.
I was supposed …
    To inspire. And lead us all,
    To glory.

I should avenge your passing, mother.
But my senses were cut,
Deep to the bone.

And I wander the deserts.
    Since.
    All alone.

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