His Daily Load

Waiting, wondering how bad it will be Listening to the reports words of panic riding on the waves how could a day of celebration turn so bad a dizzy one careening away from the tap house full of grog and good cheer the road swerved but he did not sailing on wings of air only to land in their place of slumber the new life crushed out of them they left quickly without pain he tumbled out of his SUV without a scratch upon his physique but now he carries with him a daily burden the weight of their souls bearing down on his head