Daily Struggle
By Brogan Moore
As I carry the world on my shoulders, the weight becomes too much to bear.
Still I must carry this burden every day, though it brings me much despair.
My chest is heavy from the weight; my muscles ache and swell,
But it’s hard for you to understand; as from outside I look well.
Slowly, surely, piece by piece, this world starts to collapse,
And I must catch the pieces all at once, or my existence will relapse.
Some people do reach out to me, and try to help catch too,
I wish I could catch more myself, but hands, I have so few.
The worst part is the fear I feel, that nothing will improve,
Those traffic signals haunt my brain, on red, I cannot move.
I wish I could breathe in and out, and feel my lungs relax,
To sleep a full 9 hours at night, I’d pay any amount of tax.
I pray my thoughts will leave me be, instead they’ve set a trap,
I know one day I’ll find the exit , but first I’ll need the map.
By Brogan Moore
As I carry the world on my shoulders, the weight becomes too much to bear.
Still I must carry this burden every day, though it brings me much despair.
My chest is heavy from the weight; my muscles ache and swell,
But it’s hard for you to understand; as from outside I look well.
Slowly, surely, piece by piece, this world starts to collapse,
And I must catch the pieces all at once, or my existence will relapse.
Some people do reach out to me, and try to help catch too,
I wish I could catch more myself, but hands, I have so few.
The worst part is the fear I feel, that nothing will improve,
Those traffic signals haunt my brain, on red, I cannot move.
I wish I could breathe in and out, and feel my lungs relax,
To sleep a full 9 hours at night, I’d pay any amount of tax.
I pray my thoughts will leave me be, instead they’ve set a trap,
I know one day I’ll find the exit , but first I’ll need the map.
