One Way Pilgrimage
Walks through the swamps
In the end of his days
The crimes witnessed too much to bear
Carries a burden on his shoulders
Slips in the leeching marsh, thrice
But too early, his curse unfulfilled
Wandering in wonder, the search:
A solitary burial by his own hands
Ostracized to point of no return
Grey skies cry in understanding
Winds blowing the dirges harmonized
A fell tree marks the spot
Essence of life to be locked away
Now, as he sinks under the weight
An open berth for death
A place to rest without fear
A place for him to end his life
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