I’ll take all your burden

He carried her helpless body in his arms
Like a wilted rosebud, new in bloom with red petals
Scarred from the harsh winds and rain.
I will take you, kiss your bruised once smooth face
And your tired red lips.
Just you wrap your arms and legs around me and give me all weight
For I will carry you up the mountains from this valley of sadness
Just you close your tired eyes filled with heavy dew over your black lashes
And may you breathe in peace
While I take all your burden.


Remained filaments of me

If I was sitting out here on the streets in the dark, skin and bones and an ugly face with scars,
yellowish sad eyes with tears,
matted hair
and an attitude all gone,
left with no personality, humor, nor intrigue
no wit to recite nor inputs to share.
If I wasn’t the personification of me
and the filaments of me only remained,
traced somewhere deep beneath this gore
would it be at least enough for you to bear?