like stones they pile one upon the other
stacking upon the scales of fate
in time they would crush
one upon the other
alas my burden, to return them
to their rightful owner
with no interest
for I am bankrupt
and my term due
preclude I pray
from this crushing
as I am now what I was
dust
written by Scott Schoffstall
© February 11, 2012
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Poetic Sojourn
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About Scott Schoffstall
I'm a relatively new poet having started in earnest 11/2010. I have sought the authentic and am still on that quest. I've diverged from the norm yet always reached for the universal.
My interests were always beyond the here and now. Beyond the taste, touch, smell, hear, see. Where the mind and the spirit transcend the physical.
They say perception is reality. Is it? Are we truly all there is?
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March 30th, 2012 at 6:17 pm
That’s very true !