Bide

I don’t know why

But the weight on my shoulders is growing

And my neck is becoming so stiff again

I am not sure why I bear this burden

Or even what this burden really is

But still, I carry on carrying it

When do I get to finally quit?

I have put up with enough shit

The bullet has been more than bit

How much longer am I stuck in this pit?

The darkness can’t dim the light from inside

But what can I do to pass the time other than bide?

I just wish I knew