The Weight Of The WorldA Poem by Ian FarawayThere are brief moments when everything On my shoulders presses down with its full might The weight of every situation that passes me by Shows my weak framed soul no mercy And tears will unwillingly come to my eyes But I hold fast For these tears, to me, are weakness But they're also windows into my soul Does that mean my soul is my weakness? I do not know All I know is that the world is waiting To mock and pounce on me if they see All the sadness and anger stored within me My eyes become glassy as water prepares To descend down my dirty, stoned face But they never fall Even when I'm alone in a dark hour of night And the silence is broken by memory's echo No tears fall down my cheek Isolation is my only true form of expression But it's no different than my normal ways of living Does that mean my sadness in isolation is my life? I do not know All I know is that I need to catch my breath Because this weight on my chest is knocking me out There seems to be no second wind for me to hold it up But I will because I must If not for me, my pity, and my self loathing But for the people around me who need me to Because they don't need another thing to worry about Even though, the cost is steep for me I will be crushed underneath the weight So that my family can hold up theirs If you see tears ever fall down my cheek Please, run quickly to cover
For those are tears of surrender And giving in to the world on my shoulders © 2014 Ian FarawayReviews
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