Weight On My Shoulders

We took you into the church where we always went

But this time it was for a different event

In black we were all dressed

And you were the main guest

It used to be a place of praise

But now it is you who I think of always

The surroundings no longer feel holy

And the mere sight of it is killing me slowly

It is leading me to a state of despair
As I am dealing with thoughts I find difficult to bare

Time passed and months have gone by

And I still feel things I cannot identify

After a while I expected to find relief

Yet I am still confronted with continuous grief

Because ever since we carried your casket to where we used to pray

You have remained the weight I carry on my shoulders to this day