Only God knows, these muscles are weary
A disappointment as if I just lost a fight
The weight is enough to get these eyes teary
Holding the pressure with all of my might
The yolk is uneven, and pain's on my face
I've fallen and knelt, prayed a full length;
To hold on just a little more in this place
Just until I regained a bit of my strength
I need a minute, let me take a seat;
On my burdens, to wipe away the sweat
To nurse these tender blistered feet
No I'm not about to call it quits just yet
I only need a minute, to set the world down
I'm still king, i just need to dust off my crown
Gar
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
PoesíaCombing through the sand of time to reflect on who we were, stitching the wounds together but it only hurts when we remember the past
