Becoming The Muse

The strong silent man,
Silent and strong
Strong and silent
carrying life’s burden,
on his massive shoulders,
In a world with no rest,
For the weary it’s a test,
Awake in a world,
That never,
sleeps,
He trudges on,
His burdens his own,
He acknowledges,
the world,
With just a grunt,
No words or vowels,
Certainly not,
his deepest fears,
Or lord forbid,
shed tears,
The strong silent man,
with a burden to carry,
And a long way to go.
The strong silent man,
Is he strong from carrying his burden?,
Or is he strong so he can carry his burden? ,
Is he is strong because he is silent?,
Is he silent because he is strong?
Maybe he is neither strong nor silent,
He is just a man with nothing to say,
Never knowing how to say anything,
Walking,
Silently with his weight to carry,
And a distance to go,
No where to put it down,
No one to help,
The strong silent man,
He is the weight he carries.
On
the
path
to
his
death.