The Funk

The yoke is on my heart,
blackening,
the yoke is in my head,
blocking,
the yoke is in the gap, between you and me,
separating,
the yoke in my shoulders,
crushing.

the burden's fuel is my shame,
the flame is my torch, burning my chin,
a single tear will cease it,
hold me and share my fear, my burden, my skin.