I am wrought with sorrow to the core
Truly the camel that got the straw has met his fate, as must we all
But the strength of it appalls me, tearing at my very fabric as if it wasn't merely weaved from its earthly name, but more...
And like burnt toast, death lingers in thoughts where once peace reigned
I lie wrecked beyond rocks or shore
All of me is gone yet the thought remains:
Why ask so much?
And yet you do ask so much of us all, at the very end
When the curtain of time falls on each, as it must
We all cry out the same as we lose it all
Is there no way free from this fixture?
Yet the thought remains...