Monday, 6 May 2013

The Weight

The Weight

I cannot carry the weight
I don’t know about you.

A man carries his child out of this world
As once he held him fresh and swaddled.

You could help me carry the weight
But you choose to ask me to carry yours.

A woman breaks silently her back sobs
No sound but its absence tears me open.

We could carry the weight together
Both the weights we carry, together.

A child asleep in a house full of smoke
But more than dreams carry her away.

A loss, another loss, yet another loss
What is there to gain by so much loss?

The coffins queue at the crematorium
All the finery of those left with added weight.

I cannot carry much more
I cannot, my strength is in decline.

The weight is not sentient.

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