Weighted down
Like a heavy October frost,
My soul is pressed heavy
With a weight of sad.
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It’s a weight that sits deep
With a presence that promises
To never leave, never give reprieve
Never give an opportunity to escape.
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Escape, isn’t that what we want?
To find a moment of relief
From all this crazy of pain
Chaos, nonsensical madness.
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I could numb.
I could distract.
Instead I do the opposite,
I feel, and I feel sad.
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