Burdens Of The Useless Soul

by Matters   Nov 29, 2005


Throw the bag upon my back,
Weigh me with an emerald sack,
Leave me by the crystal water,
Sitting on the devil's daughter.

So have me carry all the past,
With heaviness to always last,
Force the sky upon my shoulders,
Torture the pathetic holder.

Laugh and watch me trip and fall,
Watch the black consume it all,
Arched beneath my once bent knees,
Ignoring all my helpless pleas.

So kill me now, who would care?
Was there really love in there?
Finish usage, sick of hurting,
Was I just your useless burden?

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  • 18 years ago

    by ~â‚£ading |nspiration~

    That's awesome...I do not have a favourite poem from you...simply because all of them are my favourites...you certainly r 2 good 2 be true...

  • 18 years ago

    by Torn

    No...!!! i don't know who this is directed to (again:P)...but i think and am nearly sure that u were not their useless burden...
    how could u be when you are just exceptionally caring and brilliant?!
    anyway..chin up matt..u totally rock.
    Much love xoxox

  • 18 years ago

    by Mona

    Wow. Very beautiful. I truly love it. Excellent work! :)

    Take care -xxx- lotsaaaaaa love

  • 18 years ago

    by Jennifer Fox or Jackson

    Very strong written poem...i liked the way you wrote it...excellent...5/5...well take care, jen

  • 18 years ago

    by BeautifulDisaster

    Aw wow hun, this is another excellent poem, Very deep, I love it, the last verse took my breath away its amazing wow, you've ended the poem fantastically, aw, hope you're allowed to go on pc soon, Take care, xxoo

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