A Growth Of Hauntings

A Growth of Hauntings Upon a road of willful woe With blame and sorrow in burdened tow I strode 'long mountains glazed in snow Reaching that where hauntings grow Long I stood before the stone With etch worn down kin tattered bone In agony for love once known Amidst that ramble of hauntings grown A sob, a tear above sinew 'bove rotting flesh and ichor brew Above the love that I once knew Amongst that rubble where hauntings grew Kneeling softly upon the soil In tightened fist I grasped my toil Mixed with grief in hand did roil Betwixt debris where hauntings boil And so I left upon the eve Wiping grief 'pon dirty sleeve Down the road through mountains weave Away from where my hauntings grieve - M.G. Alves, Jr.