Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel
from head to toes.
You cannot carry
your own weight on rocks
of life without tears
Of mortification.
Perhaps one day you slip
the crude slaying.
Life is wonderful and rocks are too. Your poem has brilliance within and this brilliantly motivates mind of a reader.10
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You cannot carry your own weight on rocks of life without tears....so touching and true. A beautiful poem is so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.