Anchor of Stone

Cradle the weight between my shoulders. Heavy thoughts anchor down the nomadic mind. Tired and weary from the constant battle. Chewing on words from a forgotten rhyme. On my knees in a steady rain. Left with shards of a vision torn. Walking over cobblestone broken and gray. The streetlights hang their heads to mourn. Valkyries have long abandoned this field. There are no angels to take me home. Crawling ahead to finish this race. Carve my name into the stone.