The weight of grey
It is so much to bear.
So much on his shoulders.
He feels the weight of it upon him.
Such pressure. Such weight that he
cannot even grasp it all.
He looks down—always down—at his iron legs,
at his stone feet mired, rooted in the pavement.
“If you could just turn, just the littlest bit…”
“Right there….just over your…”
But no. You do not know.
It is a darkness you can not know.
It is too much.