Poezja

I am a weight upon your shoulders, 
A raindropp in your storm.
I am a set of rolling boulders, 
A wasp amongst a swarm.
 
I am an anchor on your ship, 
A stone in your shoe.
I am the tear when you lose grip, 
A bubble you just blew.
 
I am the fear in your eyes, 
A scream in the night.
I am the pain in their lies, 
A sting in the bite.
 
I am the anger in your soul, 
A cry in your dreams.
I am the darkness in the coal, 
A burn behind the beams.
 
What I desire is what most fear, 
When it comes I will not shed no tear.