I've carried a boulder,
It's weighed me down.
I've got bruises on my shoulders,
And blood on my crown.
My hands are cut and shaking,
My knees trembling with fear.
I feel my body breaking,
And I sneak a single tear.
Author's Note:
I was searching through an old folder of poems I wrote about a year ago. This is one of them, representing how even if someone looks alright, they could be facing the greatest physical or emotional trials. So just a little poem for remembrance sake, enjoy.
-I. Quill
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PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
