Inspired by the Daily Post – Carry
Year after year, the load gets heavier. Some things you’ve picked up can stay with you forever.
At loss for how one person carries so much, to be laden with gifts of a terrible curse.
Curtains of figment will shade your brown windows, when close as I’ve been though, still prove to be lucid.
The bags that you carry get heavier yet, the fools now unknowingly carry the rest.
There is no escape from the backpack of weight, inside it the luggage of lusting and fate.
Like a spider who spins and inflicts on their prey, a poisonous dose from a toxic foray.
It’s paramount knowing your status, and if what you carry is happy or sadness
Now stifled, they’ll realized the choice that they’ve made, won’t end as they wished soon all hope will then fade.