Weight

Hours apart,
This is killing me,
I’m struggling internally.
I’ve got a mountain on my back,
Thousands of hours on my mind,
And I just sit here, acting blind.
Blind to this discomfort,
Blind to what drives in deep,
The nails across my heart,
As the blood continues to seep.
There’s hope, sure.
But I don’t know the cure.
Can’t tally the results,
From a match that’s never been played,
Can’t sing the melody,
In a song that was never made.
No, there is no answer,
No solution to this question of mine,
And it eats at me daily,
While I sit and pass the time.
Struggling with my words,
I hold back what I should say,
Yet somehow I manage,
To find myself in another day.
I’m on the edge of a precipice,
The razor sharp rocks,
and crashing waves below,
Still when my foot slips,
I’ll still have far to go.
For the mountains above me,
Still loom largely as I fall,
And even with my abrupt landing,
I am tottering on the edge once more.
So if I slip, will you catch me,
If I fall will you be the floor?
Or will I be doomed to free fall,
To this death that’s in store?

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Comments

  • Donna19
    Donna19over 2 years ago

    Hopefully not friend. Well done write

  • I hope not either Donna. I hope you keep enjoying my work :)

    – Linc Brown

  • CreativeKitty
    CreativeKittyover 2 years ago

    great write

  • Thank you!

    – Linc Brown

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