Too Young

Aren't I too young to burn,
here I am again, waiting for my turn.
Never knew this is what it meant,
trying hard not to let my faith bend.

Can't life be easy, like swift waves in motion,
tired of keeping my head high even in this commotion.
Shielding myself every step of the way,
I gazed upon the moon, its pallor in dismay.

A plethora of concerns, too much to endure,
Now, even caring seems like an arduous lure.
This ceaseless burden weighs heavy, never-ending,
how much my heart could take after every mending

Awaiting moments to transform into memories,
as only they possess the essence of eternity.
well! unnoticed by those around, I strain,
A human, I hear my own heart's wrenching pain.

Please just let it be, exhausted of laying fronts,
My fragments possess finite bounds
mindlessly yearning for someone to comprehend my lore,
I hope I never encounter the threshold, where mending exists no more.

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