It’s funny how the sand I run on becomes even more agonizing
When I’m carrying all I can for others
I’m covering them all in my shade
In my temporary pavilion
Until they can get to permanent darkness
Even as my legs shatter
Even as my limbs tear
Even as my eyes burn
I’ll keep running
The sand keeps burning
My arms ache
But it’ll be fine
It has to be
My break will come soon
Or is it a mirage?
Carrying this luggage is hard
But facing my own luggage is harder
It’s hell
The burning pain
This growing hell
I carry more
And more
And get whipped by the carriers
I keep a grin until I break
I run
And run
But shatter
I’m shattering

Help me.