Weighted Down

I don't know why today, drained I feel in many ways.
Not done much -though, it feels like more, more than the other days.
Did I unpack my life, refill it with ordeal and strife?
Or did my recent shopping-spree, burden me unnecessarily?
Oh -hold on up, now I see, the extra weights you sprung on me.
Plummets me six foot down, deep dark waters -hidden grounds.
Was not you, thrown the key, told me 'no, let it be'?
Curse you boy, go away, stop messing with my mind -don't play.
These bricks, scattered -that I've found, will build a fortress unfounded.
Your key at sea, my door bound -tucked solidly, secure, compounded.

~ Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 04.03.2013