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Updated on January 26, 2014

Burdens got me down

the weight so heavy

I walk stooped over

lines etched into my face,

Haggard, disfigured unrecognizable

mouth curved downward, eyes like ghosts

fingers, gnarled, contorted

Skin wrinkled and withered

a spirit broken and battered

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


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      tlmntim9 8 years ago

      Autumn wines born of spring’s best

      Aged and seasoned through years unrest

      Tasted and savored when put to test

      In sleep and death do finally rest

      (Wayne Wilks)

      Depression, the escape of sleep. I knew her well.


      Tim W

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      philip carey 61 8 years ago

      I feel you on that one.

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      Jess Killmenow 8 years ago from Nowheresville, Eastern United States

      Sometimes they get so heavy they exhaust you. Thank you for this vivid poem.

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      ek ellis 8 years ago

      If only it was as simple, pulling back the curtains of a darkened place and let the light shine through to penetrate the darkness and fears the that keep the darkness near

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      philip carey 61 8 years ago

      There is something about the hours between about midnight and 4 a.m., where I am particularly vulnerable to these kinds of things--a kind of existential lack of optimism descends over me. Books, ideas, religion, nothing really helps much. I look over at the clock, and I turn over, and I try to think of lighter things--those special moments and pleasures that have visited my life--things that cannot be taken by that cold hour. Then I wake up in the morning, look at the light, and continue my search for meaning.

      One of the most horrifying nightmares I ever had was of holding my young son by his hand and going from empty grey room, to another, to another, and to another--finally, with tears in my eyes, explaining to him that there was no meaning at all, that it is nothing but empty grey rooms. I remember walking to his room to just see him, still shaken from my dream.

      Light is somehow the answer for this, I just don't know how to articulate it.

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      ralwus 8 years ago

      Is there anyway I could be a lil bluebird on your shoulder? I could preen you hair, maybe nibble on your toe and tell you happier days are ahead. For the rain only lasts a while, there is darkness but joy cometh in the morning, sometimes one needs to look for it. Cheers, from a naughty man.

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      ek ellis 8 years ago

      Sometimes you can't escape your burdens when you go to sleep, it turns into nightmares. Thank you sooo much for you comment

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      thanglynn07 8 years ago from Long Beach, CA

      This is so sad...I can completely relate and I am saddened for you. I too look forward to sleep...but sometimes sleep doesn't always bring peace. This was very well written. The weight of ur pain is expressed thru every word and carried throughout your entire poem. U are an amazing poet.