POEM: Burdens

my throat aches
from repeating myself
and crying for help
no one listens, no one responds,
I walk on
burdened and defeated
with no shoes on
and

my hands hurt
from toiling and tilling
while lifting the burdens

one may smile, one may glance
I call louder

until my echo answers
with no response

yet 

my feet pain me

from pacing the dark lanes

and scaling the brown hills

on the low, on the high

I clasp in prayer

with no strength 

in my fingers

but

the pains remain

and I'm not insane

so my toils could never

be in vain

my brain can

only process the pain

which gets worse

when it rains

my throat

my hands and

my feet

don't know

my heart hurts
from being empathetic
and holding the feelings
I can't listen, I can't respond
I cry on
saddened but not defeated
my shoes worn
yet....

© Linette Rabsatt