My Own Hand

a road mired in tearless resolve
empty beginning to end
led by my own hand
again and again

sorrow marks the horizon
carnage fills its path
laid by my own hand
again and again

the arrows strike my back
leaving no mark at all
shot by my own hand
again and again

no mark on the shallow grave
unnoticed as I pass it by
dug by my own hand
again and again

once again and again
my own hand toils to fill
the widening holes before me
placed by my own hand
again and again