Burdens

There are many different types of burdens,
The ones that drag too long,
Those that make us smile a while,
Then disappear into sad song.

The ones that are the hardest,
That some just cannot bear,
The ones that are the easiest,
Like waking up with messy hair,

The ones that shout to be freed,
To finally be released,
The ones that whisper quietly,
When all music has ceased,

The burdens that just sit there,
Making it hard to breathe,
The ones that make you angry,
The things that make you seethe.

Then there are the burdens,
That we all will get through,
The ones that are a little hard,
That make us feel a little blue,

The little dramas we call our ‘days’,
These are burdens on their own,
Either we spend them with our friends,
Or we spend them all alone.

The Angels Won’t Guide Me.

The angels hate me,
I know they do,
They must despise me,
That much is true.

They won’t watch over,
Nor will they guide,
And they will leave me there,
All happiness aside.

They really must hate me,
If they refuse to hear my cries,
But maybe they think they’ll be,
My quietest lies.

I am alone,
And the angel’s aren’t there,
All love has been thrown,
But the angels don’t care.

No angels to guide me,
No angels to understand,
No angels to see,
That this I can’t handle.

In the end

In the end it was the pretty face,

That shined the brightest of them all,

Though most unknown, that was not the case,

But the quiet one sitting small.

In the end it was the sparkling smile,

That dazzled prettier than most,

Though it only shone a little while,

It was enough that they could boast.

In the end it was the monster inside,

That hid when in their wake,

It hurt them when they could not hide,

Left them with no other sake.