Monday, October 28, 2019

Burdened



Tired, aching shoulders,
bearing the load.
Ensnared within sinking, burdened depths, I refrain
from reaching out.
Battling the evil within.
Stoic. to all observing eyes.

Transient effervescence of joys,
instantly fades.
Like twinkling fireflies,
casting deeper shadows.

Captured and alone.
Locked in a prison of thoughts.
Unable to pray for mercy,
from demons of my own making.

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