The Weight Of Worlds

Bound by outer forms of hatred

Drunken voices bear the wrath

And all befall a wounded waste

Alas, I bear the weight of worlds

 

’Tis not so odd that now I dream

Fruition for the morrow

From a pardon ne’er to harden

As I bear the weight of worlds

 

The envy of investigation

Passes in my preparation

Looking through the humid glass

Alas, I bear the weight of worlds

 

Amid a lasting, casting call

I tread, so lightly—yearning

Seeking fortune from a chamber

As I bear the weight of worlds

 

Vincent J. Vera