Burden

Walking up a mountain 

With a large bucket of water 

Strapped on your back 

So you can quench the thirst of those 

At the top 

 

Holding up the roof 

Night after night 

Acting as Atlas for those below 

So they can sleep peacefully 

Under the shade 

 

Walking through a maze of thorns 

Before everyone else 

Crushing each with your bare fists 

So you can safely guide those 

Blind to the dangers 

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Butchering yourself 

Preparing a feast 

Of your soul 

So you can feed those 

Whose stomachs yet to be filled 

 

Held slave to a deal

Not shaken upon

But in the end 

Who are you 

To object 

To bear the burden of life