Light shimmered on the
           Things I have shadowed…
  How can there be such
Glimmering, 
           Glinting off of
   Hallowed gallows?
           Heavy hangs the head
    Whose mind 
                         Is light.

Do I swallow regret
             Or
     Do I follow the trail
                      Of Sorrows?


Begging the Creator
                       As if a “Lender”
         For tomorrow?
                          From whom am I borrowing?