Sometimes I feel…
That the heaviest load’s been placed upon me.
the burden of an old man,
who’s been through wars and famines,
who’s frail and delicate,
his pain and suffering,
piled on me,
at once,
short and sharp,
long and forever,
the piercing cries are those of deep anguish,
of longing for freedom,
yet the old man is closer,
closer to what I dream of,
he’s closer to death,
what I long for,
what i’ve tried,
What hasn’t worked for me.
Nothing works for me,
yet I continue in this world.
I feel I have the pain,
of someone so old,
more pain than that of my teachers,
more pain that that of those much older than me.