Before Rebuilding

The years weigh heavy,
pressing on my shoulders,
like stacks upon rows of boulders.
A spindle atop my head
where the dark clouds collide,
I thought time would heal my scars,
they form deeper inside instead.
Waiting for the sun to come out,
seems it's all I can do right now,
how long can one go
with limitless weights in a row?
I kept pushing forward
though I couldn't see a thing,
and now it's all caught up,
as I continue to tread the muck.
I'm tired, I just want to fall,
take a break, lay down for a while.
As I do
to catch my breath,
life catches up
begins crossing my back.
Weight increases 
as reality sleeps,
dormant, somewhere in my mind.
I feel a fading in me,
a loss of hopes and dreams,
the one thing that kept steady,
always moving my feet.
I know I've got to get up,
but the cool pavement,
feels good on my heavy, burning, heart.
Now...
I don't even know where to start. 

Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Wow, a very deep contemplative write, Aramey...I loved how you delved into introspection...such a relatable emotions without being preachy...nicely done.