A Human Menagerie

'Heavy' - a word denoting weight to be borne
under the auspices and the tenets of life.
Molded by trials, pain, words of scorn -
another product of an irreverent, but rife
nature, that is, blinded to all those born,

determined to cast into a chasm of strife.
Enshrined semblances as tendrils of smoke.
'Smoke' - the ephemeral offerings of life
to be dispersed to eternitiy's vast vast scope
in hope of an embrace, as an eternal wife
now married to all mortal's great great hope
Yeshua, creator, granter ... immortal life.

And so every body does choose to go
naively down life's sloping path.
Detours lead astray, all along the road.

Thus an end story subject to wrath
having gone contrary to the flow.
Endings to every single path.

Trails, that branch, leading all men to naught,
regardless of their confident, boastful ways.
i  n a sense, we're all just strays, all at fault
a    ll subject to trials in this ominous play
l        eading to the suffering we bought.
S           uffering, everywhere, everyday...

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  'Heavy' - a word denoting weight to be borne, and who hasn't bore the heavy weight? If they haven't, they will. We're all in this together, and yet, separately we crack, we break, we fail, only to leave this world solitarily, as those who were with us won't come along. They can't. We're made to belong, yet in the end, we sing alone.

  Seems hopeless, right? But, hope there is. It's part of our structure, our being. We're made with it. It's part of the sentence - to know both good and evil. That denotes choice, because ultimately, it is a lesson. Have I learned the lessons of the weight that I bore? Do I care about the solitary figure next to me? If there is nothing else, then it should be that. To let the one who will ultimately sing alone, to let them know that someone heard their song, that in some ethereal way, someone sang along.