Growth
Posted on: November 12, 2015, at 06:40:06pm

Faces laced in cloth
Carrying the load
Crushing footsteps
Prints in the dust
Barren white road
Leave, they must

Hear the groan
Of the rope
Here they hang
Past selves

Left and forgotten
Unwanted ways
Pierced the mouth
Stitched the skin
Hollow gaze
Husks as thin

Hear the groan
Of the rope
Here they hang
Past selves

Thousands in line
Next is mine