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Burdens got me down
the weight so heavy
I walk stooped over
lines etched into my face,
mouth curved downward, eyes like ghosts
fingers, gnarled, contorted
Skin wrinkled and withered
a spirit broken and
hair, color of snow covering a mountain
a heart hard as a glacier, cold and frozen
tears a permanent manifestation
of sorrow lies deep; buried, entrenched
in a soul over looked, abused,
misused, never loved
Is this my hell to carry?
The mass of the world on shoulders
already loaded down with enough evils?
Am I my own worst nightmare?
are these burdens of my individual making?
I’m tired now, I think I’ll rest but for a little while
Sleep may bring to me what life cannot
Where my burdens don’t follow me
I can be at peace; tell me, how long will I sleep
A minute, an hour, two days, forever?
Burdens got me down; I’ve found my escape