This insufferable weight with each plod and step
Of my feet, left foot, right foot, repeat
It’s a wonder the earth hasn’t swallowed me yet
The ground beneath designed to absorb pain
And this insufferable weight
My consciousness, my brain.
I yearn to be nothing but whispered words
Upon your lips
I yearn to be a post-script
A footnote, history begotten with a cure-all lightness
A story forgotten
Erase all likeness
Or memory long faded.
In my youth Death stands across that blue divide
Beckoning with pale sympathetic eyes, mine jaded.
Perhaps those who have not experienced life
Seek to end it soon
While those who have
Are brought down by the hated boon
Of that insufferable weight of years and years
The longer the weed grows the harder to sheer.
When I gaze out across that blue divide
I pray not step out into uncharted skies
For the weight of my mind and weakness would first
Bear me down deeper into this darkened earth.
So I dare not step, I simply pray that this
Is a joke, a cruel trick, a dream, a hiss
Of heavenly humor, something amiss
For I was never given wings to cross this divide
Nor the means to make them out of kisses and sighs
I was simply given this insufferable weight
This life, this mind, this strife, this hate.
I yearn to be nothing but whispered words
Upon your lips
I yearn to be a post-script