The Pain Of Burden

I beg the gods for sleep.
Maybe I’ll wait for my death.
As I constantly remember what I reap.
It slowly takes away my breath.

Burdens in the form of memory,
Haunting me so I cannot rest.
Things I wish I would not see,
Keep me strung out and really stressed.

The pain that comes with selfless acts,
The type of person for sacrifice;
For a better world I’ll face the axe.
For a better world I’ll pay the price.

My life to give, to better yours.
Until my death, I’ll watch the horrors.

2 responses

  1. Such a powerful and coming from the heart is this poem. Thank you Knight for sharing 🙂

    Like

    May 16, 2015 at 8:30 am

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