The World Sits Heavy on My Shoulders

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

with my troubles

I don’t want share this pain

just sing a song

of days long gone

until I can breathe again…

sharonlee©

20/3/2011 10:01 PM