Stump

Jacob lead the people. 

Bury it within the dust,

at the foot of a tree. 

Bethel, turn away,

one hundred and five years.

Can not see. 

Weight of a god, 

anvil to the body. 

Cycle this town,

a grave stone and a house he found.

Carry he did, comfort to the tree, 

only to watch her,

as she would bleed…

out…

the blood that she sucked in. 

Here is a dream, 

awaken to a lie. 

A nightmare, the poor in worship,

can not pass by. 

Jacob did you feel a fool? 

I did too, thought I could rule,

with a crown, better then any king.

life: a future hanging by a string. 

Within all darkness,

within all that is end. 

A song is sung, 

from friend to friend. 

Wisdom, she is a beauty, 

her voice a muse, 

a song of her father, 

I once refused, 

now

can only sing. 

By Eric Weick 

Reviews

[Frontier]

"Cycle this town,
a grave stone and a house he found.
Carry he did, comfort to the tree,
only to watch her,
as she would bleed…
out…
the blood that she sucked in.
Here is a dream,
awaken to a lie. " - this part was really strong, I sense someone disillusioned with life, and they can't escape, even their loved one can't offer them comfort or hope, only perpetuating vicious cycles...

This was written very uniquely. :)

[Eric Weick]

Thank you Frontier.