The Burden

A poem about burdens that we carry

I am so exhausted
From this load that I carry
My head is pounding
And my shoulders are heavy

Everywhere I go
The insanity surrounds
It chokes and it suffocates
With its incessant sounds

They scream and they cry
Forever searching for me
“It’s your burden,” they say,
“Your responsibility.”

I try to find peace
In my own quiet place
To escape from the madness
If only for a day

But there’s nowhere to run
And no way to hide
Their pleas for help
Simply cannot be denied

I reach out for help
But nobody is there
I hold onto hope
But still am alone-
in despair.

I push past the rising anger
And reach for patience and understanding
But my life is held captive
By the weight of their demanding

This burden consumes me
And eats at my soul
For how much longer …
Can I maintain this semblance
of control?

Reviews

[AK]

Sounds like my first marriage!

Passionately written. Good job!

[Livana Lowell]

Since you have been so kind the review my poem, I shall return the generosity. Beautiful lines.

They paint a picture in my head of being so weary from the burden of a hurtful past.

It brings me back to sixth grade, ugh horrible, but anyways, it's really written well and makes me feel kind of happy that I have put it all behind me.

Wonderful job:).

[deeps]

I like this i can feel this write
Something to ponder on at the end.
well written.