Burden

How easily I still tread,
steadfast by my heart,
under burden of this lead,
each day tearing me apart.

This burden weighs upon me,
as a thousand wolrd's unrest,
dare I bear before thee,
Atlas' stone upon my chest?

This juggernaught of pain,
this angelic messenger of bliss,
it leaves me near insane,
peacful war within my heart is this...

I fear to speak these things to you,
So as I wait my chance,
these words must do.