Monday, March 12, 2007

beggar


All of me, I carry.
(I carry all of me down this dirt path)
Hoping for the day when the weight will be
Lifted

Lifted from my back
(The back of this person I have become)
I have become
Poor

Conflicted

A beggar at the palace gates

Navigation was simple, or so I thought

Now I stand
Alone
In the desert

As a harsh wind blows sand,
(Scratches on my skin)
-ec

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