burden
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I prowl the internet late at night and
everyone tells me it’s terrible for sleep
but I do it anyway.
I learn a lot from the late-night internet and
Obviously I’m a burden
As you said so yourself
Yet you don’t know I’m hurting
Or how I cant stand myself
I can never be more
Than the man that I am
So I walk to the moor
I see it in the shadows,
behind me and below.
It follows me everywhere,
everywhere I go.
This burden that I carry,
from every day to day,
May one day prove worthy,
Your 125 lb frame
Might have been easy to carry...
But you weigh my heart slowly.
Like a million feathers
You're a leach.
Sapping away red plasma
I am drained,
From the pain.
You remain,
I think I was able to laugh before
Jokes from my friends and funny stories
Eventually I got tired of them
I wonder why….
Just because I wear one shirt for the entire week, doesn't mean I'm broke.
And it definitely does not define my individuality nor the scent of my skin,
He holds onto me
Even when I loosen my hold on Him
He holds onto me
Even when I feel I'm letting go
My hand's sweaty with fear
Worn with temptations
Disjointed with pride
why did it take me so long
to realize there’s only so many burdens a person can carry
I apologize
I made you my mule
thinking you could carry the weight
when in reality, you are a human
You hear and yet you do not listen
I know this because I watch your eyes
They glaze over, stare blankly at me and I realize you don't care.
I shouldn't be surprised.
Illuminated by the
infinite sublimity
Of the seemingly
half-real form
of this man’s body
weighing her down,
She sinks beneath
His solid shadow,
A tiny voice asks me 'what do you provide?'
I answer with nothing
The voice will taunt, scorn, and mock
Useless, it says. You believe your writing is good enough to provide.
Slave of inhumanity, product of my own insanity
The man I am is not because of who I was but who I want to be
I stand for what is unbearable, I breathe and am unbreakable
I feel like I'm falling, into an inevitable destiny of disapointment.
Full of empty black space. No one in sight, nothing but space.
Chances are, I'll face the world alone.
Picture this:
You grow up, get married.
The two of you buy a house, nothing fancy
Just a quiet little fix-me-up in a safe neighborhood.
The two of you fill the house with kids
Taking each day one at a time.
I am burdened. Weighed down. I feel I cannot fly and soar as I wish.
I desire to be free. Free of this college debt. Free from these social expectations and
Beside the wood-framed doorways of Paradise
lay what we have left behind,
for our gatekeeper is ever vigilant, sorting soul from chaff,
"You cannot take it with you."
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