The Egyptian, Song Of Sorrow Poem by O.S. Brooks

I sense my heart is fleeting
Along the water's edge
I'd let go if my being
Could clear my weary head

My mind is such an ocean
Troubled with regret
I learned as much as fishers do
When wishing for a net

But weight am I accustomed
To carrying the load
Of yesterday's shattered pieces
Along life's rocky road

My love was just a notion
A chance to wake the dead
The soul inside, that cost the lives
So many gone instead

Instead I walk alone now
Gathering my strength
There are many like me
Trying to lift the weight

But weight am I accustomed
To carrying the load
Of yesterday's shattered pieces
Along life's rocky road

Could I have been more careful
True, my eyes were blind
When tested by the devil
In lady form and kind

My mind is such an ocean
Wading with denial
I learned I am a sunset
Deferred beside the Nile

But weight am I accustomed
To carrying the load
Of yesterday's shattered pieces
Along life's rocky road