Another's of One's Own

Reflected grief spat back at me to bear Another load, the double of my own To take and carry, this unholy pair Then tripled, multiplied, beneath I groan. A beast of burden hauling my bloated Carriage, cut into with refracted shards. Whipped for my pain, heavier I’m loaded Pile after pile, the crown a house of cards. I tread with caution over broken ground, The tottering deck threatening to fall, Step after step and though my wounds are bound The load cuts deeper, I stumble and fall. Impaled on broken ground, I’m laid in state. Now. Did I this predicament create?