I’m your false redemption.
I’m your eternal burden.
I’m your folly’s incarnation,
Your fatal calamity in disguise.
You waste your life
Pursuing your ennobling quest
Of purging yourself
Through a fervent fight;
I scornfully watch your
Vehement enthusiasm,
Fighting to level me out,
Fighting to turn me into a blessing.
All for illusive promises of experience
And illusive promises of gaining control.
All for illusive promises of wisdom
And of abundant fields of eroding rewards.
I am a burden
That doesn’t need to be carried
By yet another
Feeble set of shoulders.
Your frailty is my alter ego.
It nourishes me;
It strives to make me
Eternally stronger.
I am a burden
That doesn’t need to be crippled
By your heroic fantasies
Or your tactful tendencies.
Your vain desire to
Accommodate my trivial wretchedness
Is a sinful prayer
To rise above helplessness.
I am a burden…
Just let me be.
Let me carry my own heavy load
And thrive on watching you leave.
Written by Enjy Ashour.
Cover photo by Enjy Ashour.