d_cove

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2001-08-26 19:51:55 (UTC)

Plight Of The Store-house Keeper

I am the secret sharer,
The burden bearer.
(Cast off your problems, give them to me.)

A great fist to the chest,
Bolts me from my juggled rest.
(Cast off your worries, give them to me.)

In me, a great sea of troubles,
And no arms to pierce their leadening bubbles.
(Cast off your hidden truths, give them to me.)

I want not what I have clutched tight;
Yet others clamor, with cunning pleas and threatened might.
(Cast off your weights, give them to me.)


How should I end this store-house in me?
Should I pour out these putrid vaults,
And let us examine each other's faults?
Or should I suffer quietly?