Defeater

that soap box song
stuck in his head.
burdens lie in graves past by.
he carries his weight.
that anthem for the disenchanted rings loud in waves of grain.
heavy hearted hymns
heard in slums fade
out on those country roads.
hope burning in his lungs.
days pass, weeks pass.
sleeping under sky.
days pass, weeks pass.
days turn into nights.
sleep sound, the sun's out.
sleep long, sleep well.
days pass, weeks pass.
memories come flooding back,
he prays his mother's god has saved her soul.
that soap box song
still in his head.