• richardagar 23w

    Thought Remains

    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...