Literature
it just goes to show (we don't know nothin')
i carry worlds upon
my shoulders, words weighing heavy
on my bones; i've been engraved in sorrow,
enshrouded in secrets, i am
alone in knowing everything these
souls decide to speak.
i'm a tribute in trust, i hold my
own against the storms
raging in the ribcages of my
fellows. i take their pain and make it
mine because i can't stand
the sight of sadness in
their eyes.
(one day i will wake and realize
parts of me died with them all;
one section at a time
until i'm gone, a ghost without a body,
a body without a soul--
i'm sorry to leave you all alone,
but it seems i need to take a holiday
from home)