Untitled Word of the Day Poem #20

‘I’m tired…..

tired 

exhausted

by being the strong one.

My shoulders 

heavy with the sins of others

my heart

battered

broken

what the hell did I do?

For this to seem alright?’

Falling to my knees

head bent

sorrow in my heart

rage in my soul

fuck you

and that damn horse…..

the one you rode in on.

Stand there

look down on me

chortle

are you really that much better?

I raise my eyes

my hands

open my ears

while you shut down

crawl back into your hole.

Tell me now brother

how are you better?

Why is my worth less?

‘Weary I am.

Why should I 

Atlas be?

Holding up this world

all so others…..

not me

never me…..

benefit?

Shall I stand

smile affixed

sneer behind my eyes

I will never trust you again.’

Devil’s jig

Imp’s grin

Bratty laughter

who wins?

You?

Me?

No one?

‘Rise I shall.

Thrusting above 

the weight of lives

left to me 

guarding

never failing

unlike you

fallen in sin……

Not sorry am I 

yet 

you will be.’

Head bowed

remorse

tears

caress sensitive cheeks

hearing

feeling

bloody screams

cringing

blows across the breast.

I did give warning……..

Feb. 16/19

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