On some days your head feels
too heavy a weight,
and loneliness lures you in with its bait.
The sadness possesses you with its bind,
offering a mountain,
that's too tall to climb.
Burdens are bared
and fortunes are read,
still life plunges on,
while the demons are fed.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 7:17 PM UTC
On some days your head feels
too heavy a weight,
and loneliness lures you in with its bait.
The sadness possesses you with its bind,
offering a mountain,
that's too tall to climb.
Burdens are bared
and fortunes are read,
still life plunges on,
while the demons are fed.
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