Burdened Soul

vividvoid14

 

 

The world's weight on my shoulders, A vice on my throat,

I try to escape, but I'm trapped within these bounds.

 

The pressure is crushing, like a ton of bricks,

No air to breathe, no space to think,

No peace to find, no escape in sight,

The weight of the world is too much to bear.

 

I search for a way out, find no release,

No joy, no love, just sorrow and grief.

The weight on my heart grows heavier with each breath,

My soul is burdened, I feel no relief.

 

I cry out for help, but no one hears,

I'm trapped in this prison, no one cares.

I beg for release, for peace, for light,

But the weight of the world is too much to bear.

 

I wonder, why me? What have I done,

To deserve this pain, this emptiness, this cold?

I try to be strong, to be brave,

But the weight of the world feels impossible to navigate.

 

I am left alone, my soul in pain,

The weight of the world weighing me down, a never-ending refrain.

I search for a way out, a way to be free,

But the weight of the world, it's too much for me to see

  • Author: nehemiah adams (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 9th, 2023 15:57
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Bobby O

    I love the invention present here. I also have faith that this pressure will make diamonds that translate to success

  • Parisab

    Vivid, your words are getting stronger and the soul of a poet notices things some others don’t, and that is pressure! I’m proud of this poem…

  • vividvoid14

    Thank you so much



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