Anthracite

A great heaviness bears down on the foundation of the soul 

propped up by the heart and commodity of secrets once given
Through a window observations are made as if looking at coal

and then a wonder of worth in a world so busy with the living
A great heaviness bears down on the questions once asked

of where one is supposed to be and why there is no solace 
When everything has been done and ones left standing unmasked

the nakedness unnoticed, all that was precious smashed on the rocks
A great heaviness bears down on all the heart has said

torn down are the walls of indemnity along with retentive fears
Wandering across tract of a damaged soul where trees lie dead

head bowed while on knees of hope, finding the only comfort in tears

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