Follower Poem by Yar Yar

Black like coal
Hair, eyes and soul
Weathered and worn
Hands tremble the years

Isolated and bare
Body beaten and torn
Heart empty save pain
Hands shudder the years

Reflect out to gaze
Many hurting days
Dead...death and dying
Hands shake the years

None can carry
A burden to weary
Inflected ignored
Hands tremble from the years

Ten long are gone
Never did belong
Regretful the pain
Hands tremble from the years