Weight

Weight.

All I have is weight.

Weight pressing on shoulders; compressing the sinews leaving my bones

aching;

Weight and time; time to think and reason

Time to contemplate the weight

Time to look beneath and wonder

What holds me up?

Does it feel the weight as well?

Is it compressed?

Squished

crushed

If not, does pain exist?

Is it only me?

Am I alone?

What is it about the weight that

pushes my gaze down?

Constant

Old

Alone

Cold

A drone

Carrying

Lifting

Holding

Looking down at my feet

If only I could see my

Face

If only I could see my

Fate

If only I could see

My My Me Mine My pain My weight

Not yours

Mine

As if the whole world was on my

Cliché

My cliché

I get one beautiful moment of rest

The expense of another

The pain of another

His weight now

Do I leave?

Do I shirk what’s mine?

I try

But he’s more cunning

And again its mine.

Mine mine mine mine

Me

I

Do you get the point yet?

I could go on.

Short skirts in the cold

All they say is

I

Am

Cold

Age stricken beings once human

I

Am

So

Old

What is it about complaint?

What is it about

Weight?

I will never give it up.

It’s mine.

-Eric T. Behr