A Growth of Hauntings

Upon a road of willful woe

With blame and sorrow in burdened tow
I strode 'long mountains glazed in snow
Reaching that where hauntings grow
Long I stood before the stone
With etch worn down kin tattered bone
In agony for love once known
Amidst that ramble of hauntings grown
A sob, a tear above sinew
'bove rotting flesh and ichor brew
Above the love that I once knew
Amongst that rubble where hauntings grew
Kneeling softly upon the soil
In tightened fist I grasped my toil
Mixed with grief in hand did roil
Betwixt debris where hauntings boil
And so I left upon the eve
Wiping grief 'pon dirty sleeve
Down the road through mountains weave
Away from where my hauntings grieve

- M.G. Alves, Jr.