The World Sits Heavy on My Shoulders

guitar man…play for me
sing my blues away
the world sits heavy on my shoulders
it’s been that sort of day…

I don’t want to burden you
with my troubles
I don’t want share this pain
just sing a song
of days long gone
until I can breathe again…

 Life’s not always gentle
sometimes the nightmare
is staying awake
for when sleep finally
takes a hold of me
my dreams I can create…

… delirium rules the sunlit hours
illusions merge like  a reminiscent mirage
that torments the peripheral of my vision
taunting voices probe my mind
as if it is their mission
to unpick each frayed fibre of sanity
until I question my very heart
… then the convoluted cycle
rewinds back to the start…

guitar man…play for me
sing my blues away
the world sits heavy on my shoulders
it’s been that sort of day…
I don’t want to burden you
it’s just… this madness is insane
the world of humankind has gone a little crazy
and all I feel is fear and pain

If you could just sing a song
of days long gone
until I can breathe again
perhaps for just a little while I won’t feel
caught up in this crazy game …

Sharonlee Goodhand Imageweaver ©

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