Burden

Striding behind those who carry The burden of those who passed Walking on bricks Carved of the deepest black With sand on either side Rocks jutting out from the ground Broken, harsh, and jagged Observing those with tears in their eyes The tears of great sorrow Seeing birds of death flying everywhere Birds of black, grey and white Names scattered all around Written with faded coal black ink On stained plaques of discolored white Those who carry must reach this place Where they drop their burden, Hide it, bury it, where no one can find But it will be found once again Not to be the burden of those who carry But the burden of those who passed This place of lethe and memory When the burdens are droped All forget where they were They joke and laugh They forget their tears of sorrow