The drag

drab the years
spent in idle wait
and drag the years...

weighing down aching legs
that trudge
through the bloody earth

the mud longing to hold
what once
was it's very own flesh

the years a sharpened point
and drag
across the bloody earth

in grooves the needle flows
to hum
the hymn of this existence

drab the years
paisley wallpaper
of former fashion...

that there hang in hope
the turn
that spins the earth around

that brings the rays of sun
once more
through dusty window panes

upon faded hues the glow
of new
once known, now remembered

and echoes calling out
from years
dragging across the earth