A Heavy Burden

Heavy burdened, like a shadow moving past shadows.

A Heavy Burden  

In the deafening quiet of dawn, when shadows still linger, 

I rise with a heart heavy and sore, a burdened soul’s singer. 

The weight of the world pressing down on my chest, 

A relentless torment, robbing me of any rest. 

This day, like yesterday, like the other day is a battle,  

A mountain too high, too steep without a cliff to hold on; 

My spirit, it falters, with each weary sigh. 

Life’s tasks, life’s needs and wants never end; 

They multiply and grow, 

And my mind crumbles under the ceaseless chase. 

Now breathing feels like a chore, a struggle each day, 

As I push through the fog, in a world cold and gray. 

Responsibilities keep looming, keep lurking 

While piling into an insurmountable peak, 

And I am left gasping, too broken to speak. 

Faces around me are blur, rushing by,  

They are a wild sea of masked pain, 

Each hiding their own storm, caught in life’s chain. 

But my own silent war rages deep within, 

Where despair and helplessness slowly begin. 

I try to move forward but the weight pulls me back, 

My strength dissipates, my resolve starts to crack. 

Eyes filled with sorrow, shoulders heavy with grief, 

In this relentless fight, there is no relief. 

I cry out in silence, my tears fall unseen, 

A splash in bear ground, drops in the desert, 

In the solitude of night, where my thoughts convene. 

Helplessness engulfs me, a dark, endless sea, 

Where I am adrift, with no hope of reprieve. 

My heart aches with sorrow, my mind feels worn, 

In the grip of this struggle, my spirit is torn and extinguished, 

The nights offer no comfort just voices of regret and torment,  

The stars give no light just darkness 

So, every night is my war, I fear to close my eyes and be swallowed. 

No words can describe the depth of my pain, 

In this relentless storm, where hope seems in vain. 

Each breath is a burden, each step a cruel task, 

Yet I wear a brave face, a mask to hide my tears. 

I wish for an end, I wish for a moment of peace, 

But the world’s demands never seem to cease. 

It is in the quiet of night, when all seems so bleak, 

That I see my brokenness, too weary to hold on to the morning. 

And though I fight on, with each passing day, 

The weight of my burdens won’t seem to sway. 

For in this harsh reality, there’s no escape, 

From the relentless pressure, the unyielding weight. 

So here I stand, in this battle alone, 

With a heart that is heavy and a spirit of stone. 

No comfort, no solace, no respite in sight, 

Just the endless struggle, the unending fight. 

And as the tears fall, in the silence so deep, 

I face my own demons, in the dark where they creep. 

For in this cruel world, where the pain never ends, 

I am left with my struggles, my only true friends. 

EzroniX Poetry.