Burdened

A poem about our burdens.

My back hunched over from all the torturing pains,

My back is slashed showing all the veins.

Hidden inside me are regrets,

Ones that no one will ever guess.

My soul burdened by sins,

Satan's idea's are welcomed in.

Inside my mind is my tortured soul,

Seeking forgiveness or exit from this world.

I am burdened by all the decisions I've made,

I am truly my own choices' slave.

Burdened.

Burned.

Buried.

Forgotten.

Reviews

[David the writer]

Great poem! It's hell, a good place for me ;) This will make it into the group. Good job!

[Soul Fire]

thank you very much glad u liked it

[Fallen Angel]

Just yesterday I was thinking about all of my decisions and how the recent ones have f-ed up my life.. :P I like your poem. You are a good writer. Keep it up.

[Soul Fire]

Thank you very much. and I hope all is well (:

[Fallen Angel]

Welcome. And thank You. :) It's getting there.. But it's still gonna take a little time.