Surucipe

Just A Burden

A burdensome presence,

An onus to being,

Just unwanted company,

This is what I am seeing.

 

No power to tell of your thoughts,

Just guesses which seem amiss,

Wounds only open further,

What happened to dauntless bliss?

Comments1

  • Seek

    Sadness well articulated is a work of art.

    • Surucipe

      Absolutely.



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