Monday, November 3, 2014

The Cork is Sinking


Like a cork bobbing in the sea
My emotions float with me
I’ve had a burden in my soul
Since I was young
It's still with me as I grow old
And it doesn’t help to know
I have a long way to go
Before the burden is set free

It lies across my chest
A dense, disturbing mass
The doctor says it’s just stress
And the feeling won’t last
But I don’t know
I’ve had this burden in my soul
Since I was young
And it won’t let go
All around me others are jumping ship
Suicide notes are posted on the net
If they can do it, why can’t I
But I don’t want to say goodbye
Not yet
I want the burden to disappear
While I stay here
Because I know
It’s not my time to go






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