Burden

Here it comes, without any interference
nor obstacle to its arrival in everyone's life.
How heavy is this burden,
which we try to mask with smiles,
or better yet with nods of satisfaction,
dreaming of fulfilment, perhaps something propitious
yet hiding the anguish, the constant feeling of want.

Here we go, rushing incessantly to and fro
from one bustling day to another,
knowingly helpless to ease the burden
of things and people we have lost along the way,
Sins and traumas that harry us with painful jabs,
broken down aspirations,
opportunities passing by.

Here am I, a fractured life,
ruefully smiling at this burden, this deep wound.
Am I left to struggle, alone amidst the maddening crowd?
No respite, indifference on every side.
Comfort must come.
It must come...