My soul weighs heavy
On my shoulders.
The burden of the burdens
Wearied me wholly .
The demon awoke
The demon Is on my tail.
Never have I wronged
A man or a woman
So why is it that
My soul weighs heavy
On my shoulders.
Never have I been so lost
So frail, so impotent
So fragile, so fluent
In the language
Of a pain so potent.
The nights, I wish
To forget.
The days, I wish
To be forgotten.
A blur of a life
Is what I live.
A poisonous air
Is what I breathe.
Hollowness
Is all I have.
But,
To every beginning,
Its inescapable end.
Thus, art will save me
God will absolve me
But, only art
Shall save me.

© A.G. STRANGER