Swept

I sweep myself across a barren, vast ocean floor.
I sweep myself above cold, watery grass.
I sweep myself through charred, scorched fields.
Waiting without end.

Truth is – regeneration never comes.
I must sweep on
until Death itself awaits me –
moaning at my doorstep.

Time will come to pass
and Legend will forever remember
one who swept –
while he silently wept.