Sonnet 14 – Some Bear A Silent Burden by Dennis Lange

Sonnet 14 – Some Bear A Silent Burden

Some bear a silent burden all alone,
Like hiker on a path with heavy pack
With none around to roll away the stone
Another, heartless, loaded on his back.

The nearest one, who should be there to share,
Because a common trail the two have trod,
Has strayed and changed, damaged beyond repair
Since salt was strewn in their once-fertile sod.

Dry withered love and ancient’s sagging breasts,
Both bore, now barren, what was once the rage.
Now, neither honors nurturing requests –
One cold as ice; the other dead with age.

Such lack of love is called, succinctly, hate;
An emptiness which wears with greatest weight.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.

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