But the day pressed on like crushing weights, For no man does it ever wait, Like memories of dying days, That deafen us like hurricanes...

Can anyone take the weight of the world off my shoulders?
I can feel my bones begining to break.
Who can stop the flooding of affliction that has permeated throughout this week?
I can feel my lungs growing heavy, as I struggle not to drown.
Who can keep the impetuous emotions from causing more than punctures in my head and in my heart?
I can feel the unknown weapon digging deeper with each thrust.

I feel very weak and vulnerable right now. I hate this feeling. I feel powerless as I watch the world crumble around me for so many, and there doesn't seem to be anything I can do to stop it.
Maybe if I exile myself from everything for the next 48 hours, I'll be able to cope a little better on Monday.