Have I not hurt enough? ~ A poem

Has the earth decided 

That because I have roots

I may be whipped by the wind 

Until all of my leaves are torn away?

Have I not hurt enough?



Has the sky decided

That the dark, icy grip of the night

Is merely a payment I owe

For the beautiful, but distant stars?

Have I not hurt enough?



Has the universe decided

That since I am a speck in the galaxy 

To never allow me to forget 

That I am small and insignificant?

Have I not hurt enough?



Has it been decided 

That the suffering forced upon us

By forces over which we hold no power

Is no more than a part of Life?

Have we not hurt enough?


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A. C. Mortale 

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An Eternal Burden ~ poem

Unwelcome crow has come to perch,

Upon a weak and dainty shoulder;

Its weight a hindrance, its caws chaotic

Sounding in the ears of its beholder;

 

Casting shadows while its beady eyes

Fixate on trembling hands and knees,

Always near, in relentless pursuit,

When the frightened mortal flees;

 

Its presence is an untimely promise

Of an end to life, one’s final breath,

However, dying is quite irrelevant

Far worse things come after death;

 

No shoulder left weightless, none bare—

Defeat has turned crow into companion,

Once great, people stood on mountains

But now they plunge into the canyon;

 

Crows, how lovely, take one or more!

Your worth, its presence can determine,

Without absolution, ignorance is futile

For eternal is a Sinner’s Burden.

 

A.C. Mortale