The Burden Bearer Poem by Elaine Oxamendi Vicet

The Burden Bearer

I cry alone
Who hears my fears
Who knows my concern?
Who cares about me?

The Burden bearer
That’s who I am
But who is there for me?

Have you ever wanted to scream,
Run away,
Die-even?

Death oh sweet
Melodious, that sounds
Suicidal – maybe for some
But a brave thing indeed.

Sweet melodious
Cold –
No warmth
Just COLD.

Isn’t life a lot like
DEATH
Cold and lonely.

The one to a box theory – indeed.
It seems that when you
Need someone
-That’s when they are never there

What is a life
Without love
This great love
That we speak of.

Those three precious little words
Who cares?

Spoken
Empty
Dark and Cold
A melancholy
‘No’
Just life for some

Let us stop and reflect
For one moment.


…..Is your life all that
You want it to be?
Is your love always reciprocated?
Is this the love you know?
The love you have settled for?

Or is it
LOVE?

Love that shakes and
Empowers and gives freely
Of energy, wealth,
Warmth and even folly.

Is this love that we all
Know?

For many NO!

So what then is life
for most?
Wihtout this thing
That the good book speak of
What is Life –
With less than that
Fulfilling love?

Like Death!

Somber – chilling
Yes I know!

But that is how I feel.
My life, like Death.

Who is my burden bearer?
Silence.