The thing that I carry

It’s not always the same

This thing that I carry

It changes it’s name

This thing that I carry

And when the mood strikes It fills me with spikes

Or burns me up red like a cherry.

I never get stronger

Holding this thing that I carry

I guess I’ll go longer

Shouldering this thing that I carry

If I set it down I’m afraid I’d drown

Disintegrate till there’s nothing to bury

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/ykcs1f/i_know/iuuqqd3/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/yk4x19/maybe_one_day/iuurhxz/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf&context=3