Things I Never Said

Basket of Sorrows

While you're wrapped up in sadness

I'm weaving my words into baskets;

where you lay your sorrow.

I seal the cracks;

so your tears

won't leak on my hands.

I try and carry your burden

but you pack heavy; bringing unnecessary items

and filling the spaces with sand.

With double the weight on my shoulders

you hike up the mountain freely

and wonder why I've fallen behind.

You prefer it this way-

the sound of breaking backs

while a castle is being built around your throne.

The walls made out of the weight

you have always let me carry for you;

one day it may come crashing down.

And I won't be there to save you.