The Weight of the World

I stole a glance at him

So strong,

Yet so weary.

Holding the weight of the world

on his sholders

When...

When would we be free from this war,

this horrible struggle?

Why...

Why must he be the leader?

He has grown too fast,

too much an adult.

Where...

Where will this trauma lead us?

Will we die,

or just live with the terrifying memories?

Life is a struggle, yes,

and a burden.

But no one,

no one,

deserves to have to hold

the weight of the world.