WordPress Daily Prompt – Protest

I don’t protest.
Give me all you can’t bear.
I carry your stones,
Your fears and desires.
Toss them upon my shoulders,
No matter how big the burden.

I can’t protest.
I’m drowning in the air.
I carry the bones,
Fresh from the fires.
Toss them upon my shoulders,
I’ll bury them in the garden.

There’s no protest,
I no longer dare.
I carry it all alone
Towards the pyre.
For it’s too heavy on my shoulders