Another teen angst filled poem from my High School years.
I carry a great weight upon my shoulders
as I walk upon the Road.
I ask,
“Will not someone help me with my load?”
The mountains echo their unanimous reply,
“NO.”
I ask,
“Will not someone take away my load?”
The mountains echo their unanimous reply,
“We do not take. We give.”
I say,
“But that will make my load heavier.”
The mountains reverberate
their ominous replay,
“WE DON’T CARE!”
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