Sometimes It’s Heavy.


by Ian G Graham

Heart in stow back-bended beat I weep.

Above below cracked stones damp valleys I creep.


The journey of the night unfolds…

darkness returns with hapless familiarity.


The midway seeker finds no peace

The outstretched mind finds no mooring to fasten a dream.


Love lost subtle leaves no notice of it harshness.

Now I must carry and wear the pitiful fragility

it leaves in its wake.


Be-leagued withdrawing its flow

from the comforting tide

of my ruby veins.


It weighs heavy on my will.




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