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Another key is added to the ring Another responsibility is added to my conscience More wight I must bare On the worries I carry I'm so tired But I must continue on For I am the provider now It's up to me Even if my Fingertips bleed Still I must hold the keys And open the door each day I will saunter home Keys in hand Opening the door to another world of responsibilities Dishes to clean A family to feed A floor to be swept Sheets to be washed Hides to be tanned But there is no key to my heart It's locked up I can't open it Let the pain pour out So I can feel at ease Because being at ease means This is finally over. But it's not over yet. It won't be for a long time. So the dishes get washed The family gets fed The floor gets swept The sheets are washed The hides are tanned. But there is no time left for me. Back to bed. Then with the rising of the sun I rise too And pick up the keys and responsibilities My hair is messy My skin is ***** My face is tired My hands are worn But there's no time. Time is money And I don't have enough of either. I move my trembling legs Insert the key into its lock And open the door to the darkened room. Another day of responsibility Another day of hard labour Another day of thankless gratitude Another day of stress and fear. I break a drill bit I cut my fingers I trip and I fall I lay on the ground staring Staring at the mess I've made . Tears flow And I drag myself under the desk. Sobs come in heaves. Panic comes in waves. My head in my hands I hold myself I hug myself And tell myself it's just a small blip on the timeline of life. I must comfort myself For these responsibilities will not do so for me. The ones that depend on me Can't see me like this. I can't let them know everything is wrong For I cannot let them know I am failing. I get up There's no time for this I have to keep working Then another key is added to the ring Even more responsibility for me. The weight is now too much. As I make my way out into the deep snow I fall to my knees. It's too much to bare. I look to the sky Teary eyed My breath burning in the air like fire "Please," My words hang in the frigid air "Someone take a key, Please someone lift his weight from me." But no one came. Unable to drag myself home I hurl the keys into the darkness. I don't care anymore. I don't need the keys. I don't need the responsibility. I need Freedom
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
Keys
Another key is added to the ring Another responsibility is added to my conscience More wight I must bare On the worries I carry I'm so tired But I must continue on For I am the provider now It's up to me Even if my Fingertips bleed Still I must hold the keys And open the door each day I will saunter home Keys in hand Opening the door to another world of responsibilities Dishes to clean A family to feed A floor to be swept Sheets to be washed Hides to be tanned But there is no key to my heart It's locked up I can't open it Let the pain pour out So I can feel at ease Because being at ease means This is finally over. But it's not over yet. It won't be for a long time. So the dishes get washed The family gets fed The floor gets swept The sheets are washed The hides are tanned. But there is no time left for me. Back to bed. Then with the rising of the sun I rise too And pick up the keys and responsibilities My hair is messy My skin is ***** My face is tired My hands are worn But there's no time. Time is money And I don't have enough of either. I move my trembling legs Insert the key into its lock And open the door to the darkened room. Another day of responsibility Another day of hard labour Another day of thankless gratitude Another day of stress and fear. I break a drill bit I cut my fingers I trip and I fall I lay on the ground staring Staring at the mess I've made . Tears flow And I drag myself under the desk. Sobs come in heaves. Panic comes in waves. My head in my hands I hold myself I hug myself And tell myself it's just a small blip on the timeline of life. I must comfort myself For these responsibilities will not do so for me. The ones that depend on me Can't see me like this. I can't let them know everything is wrong For I cannot let them know I am failing. I get up There's no time for this I have to keep working Then another key is added to the ring Even more responsibility for me. The weight is now too much. As I make my way out into the deep snow I fall to my knees. It's too much to bare. I look to the sky Teary eyed My breath burning in the air like fire "Please," My words hang in the frigid air "Someone take a key, Please someone lift his weight from me." But no one came. Unable to drag myself home I hurl the keys into the darkness. I don't care anymore. I don't need the keys. I don't need the responsibility. I need Freedom
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Wylder
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Wylder
28/Canada
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
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