" Weight "
This weight.
This overbearing weight.
Why do I carry it, maintain it.
Each year it grinds me down.
Yet I bear it.
Am I punishing myself.
For darkness I have done and bathed in.
Each year, each month, each week, each day.
It crushes me.
Each hour, each minute, each second.
It grinds me.
It robs me and yet I hold it.
I could easily free myself from it.
Unshackle, unburden myself.
Yet I do not do it.
Is it fear.
Is it the unknown.
Is it silence.
What is it.
A mystery to me.
Yet I keep it.
Weight.
By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier
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