The Black Road
07/30 2021
There's a road where a father walks,
A road orphaned from the Spirit and the Sun
It is ancient, it is as black as coal
Many empires have been built on its promises
For glory, but most importantly joy
Ataraxia is the real word
Yet the father strokes his beard,
And continues on, alone.
It's starting to rain ---
It has never stopped,
So why is it always starting?
Merchants attempt to enchant him
Away with gold and gemstones
But he only sees blood emerging
From their maternal nest,
God --- he only wants rest.
That a simple request\
Would require the eternal test
Isn't something that he could hope to get,
He just marches along ---
Isn't that what's expected of you,
As the keeper of life's symphony?
He could give his heart
To a bleached name
But still be faced, nay
Dragged along the way
The avenue of withering family trees
Where nightingales recognize
But the eternal rest.