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
