turning the pages
everyday for many months.
roots cling to the soil.
glint tin
through the valleys dark.
the shadows hide all success.
glimpse at brighter days.
round the mound
if there’s a question.
the answer is still unknown.
round the straight path goes.
sour bit
bitter leather bit.
my daily bread, resentment.
burning sour pit.
golgotha
my resignation.
take me to my golgotha.
i’m done with fighting.
measure the man
the volume of life.
like the inside of a sphere.
measure of a man.