To stay here
is hard to do
when everything else
is heavy.

The pain of life
is everywhere
and microcosmic
in me.

To try to stay here
is so very hard to do
when everything is heavy
because the pain of life
has been ebbed away
by yellow and blue and red.

The sun is hiding
ashamed to shine
when the heathens beg it
to go away.

They shout and scream
cry and lie
that heat and pain
will go away.

It is so very hard
to stay when everything
else is heavy
for something soft
to soothe my soul
and tuck my heart in.

To stay here
is hard to do
when everything else
is heavy.