Who Will Be MY Rock?

Soul Poetry

This weariness is showing.

I'm growing much too tired

to keep up these false pretenses much longer.

I'm emotionally exhausted

and physically drained

from living in this, my lethargic state.

I can't do it alone anymore.

I'm too weakened to continue on being

everyone else's staunch supporter.

Where is the support of me?

Why am I left to carry it all

upon these now drooping shoulders?

Who will be in my corner for once?

Who will take up my cause?

Who will be MY rock for a change?

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