Simon of Cyrene was told to carry Jesus’ cross
he’d set out on his own but violence forced a different coin toss
the heavy burden of fate
had caused him to wait
how often a good deed leads to an enormous loss.
Simon carried me safely through the storm
I did not see how Simon had been worn
two grew tired
when severely worn even the strongest bonds get torn.
Simon didn’t want me anymore but was dictated to by rules
there we were trapped and tortured like fools
it came to the break
not for either of our sake
Now I am forever haunted by my despicable ghouls.
April 19, 2017, at 3:08 AM