Bearer Of Burdens

 

Who is that face looking at me?

Why does it frown so?

Eyes that sparkle with purpose

Deep, longing, questioning

Wisdom from within, full of answers

 

Deep lines that ravage the face

Like crevices on a battered landscape

Rivulets, on a scorched and parched earth

Age old tempered frailty, softly lays, beneath

Stubbles like cut trees in the barren lands

 

Who is he that he questions without sounds?

Who is this vizier that unnerves me, with a look

I see the thoughts that he composes, in me

I feel the sharpest piercing queries probing

Break away I can’t, captured in his icy stare

 

Shredded, tattered my soul apart

Invisible hands that tear me up inside

Ablaze is the light that shines

I see the answers, I see the reasons, and I see the purposes

There but for the grace of god go I