Baggage

He didn't use to notice
          This heavy little sack,
But lately he's become aware
          His tired aching back.

In many ways he is surprised
          The weight feels quite alive,
He never dreamed his evil deeds
          Could bend his once strong spine.

He finds himself encumberd
          With this heavy little bag,
Filled with sordid memories
          The deeds of which he bragged.

There were warning voices
          But, he mocked and would not hear,
Intent upon his quest of pain
          Which now draws ever near.

Yes! This bag is heavy!
          He filled it full you know!
The contents now escaping,
          His deeds becoming known.

He wants and needs so very much
          To shed this heavy load,
To free himself forever
          From the baggage of his soul.
                                                  
                                                      Copyright 2013 by Layne S Porter