Debts

What debts they lay at my door

Hands of expectance

Suckle of the leech

Such heights to fall from

Great mountains to climb

Live above your station

Comes the whisper of my legacy

Live within your means

Comes the scream of sanity

There have been burdens of a greater mass

But none has such an impact

Than that of my blood

Reviews

[OT]

a well written expressive piece! nice!!

[Jeff]

Great piece. It raises a lot of questions.

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. you are a powerful thinker ... this is a masterpiece ... this should be read by everyone ...