Walking With Sorrow

I walk with sorrow, as distant noise from crows and mourning doves, are heard in the mist of dawn, Nature's breath slowly rises, hanging above a path of fallen leaves My hands rest on layered cold stones a slave wall stretching for miles The voices of agony released in mumbled tones, drift through my head as I stare in silence The sound of leaves crunching beneath my feet, feels like an intrusion with each step I take, back into a time I'll never understand Rotting trees crushed the wall where they fell, giving a false sense of peace A coat of Serenity worn by shadowed death from a time of whips and chains allow ghostly figures to haunt this place appearing and disappearing floating in the hollow of the mind as though still pulling stones from the ground with blood covered fingers leaving a stain as they piled one upon another growing the wall longer each day and night Now, crumbled ruins lost to memory Only crows and doves stand guard their haunting calls cascading over blood stain stones crying out in sorrow 2/17/17