Picture Prompt Poetry I

Dear burden of the cross for man,
God sometimes sends help in a can.
I am a witness to this throne,
and I speak to this grounds alone.
I stand with carved minds for my clan.

I’ve gone places, Chad to Japan,
I’ve been the caskets in Sudan.
There are hurt stories where I’ve grown,
Dear burden of the cross.

I’m not to die that’s not the plan,
Not even when I’ve made you bran.
Talk to fire, speak to cyclone,
talk to the acts of God-Unknown.
so I’m here living with Cezanné
dear burden of the cross

Ruddapoet