What does my soul seek to borrow?
It traveled down a bright lit road, and then,
Randomly it came to sorrow.
The sky darkened to the darkest black,
And launched upon my soul, an attack,
And killed and hurt with things I lack.
My soul cried and screamed ‘no more!’
But there was not less, and always more,
And my soul was nothing but dark and sore.
I huddled them close, those purer than me,
I closed their eyes so they could not see,
The bleakness beyond, stretching for eternity.
I whispered to them, as we admired the view,
“Don’t fall over, whatever you do,
“But if you do, I will catch you.”