The Weight of the World

She sits utterly alone
In the dusty corner of a dark room
Hunched over and crying
The pain is too much for her to bear
Yet she cannot stop it
There is no way
She has tried

She's aware that everyone has pain
She senses it
Every second she is alive
It is there
Like hundreds of knives forever wedged into her flesh
How can she ever get rid of them?
How can she stop being sensitive to the world's pain?
Its worries?

She screams out into the night
Hoping for some kind of resolution
The release from all this hurt

Her neighbors can hear her
But they can't help either
Not when the woman has locked herself in her basement
The door barricaded against all souls
The closer anyone comes to her
The more her piercing anguish grows
To her
It feels like someone has their hand on a stereo's volume control
The volume turned to maximum

Slowly she dies from the pain
And intensely gnawing hunger
Gradually wasting away. . .
From the weight of the world