Heavy and Weary

Another inch, one more step
Place to catch me while I rest
Barren soles that leave me dry
When I am hindered, one wonders why
Never such is the place that sits
When burrowing weights find my peace
Never has one thing been
Like a chain around the neck
Where the noose will find its check
A record of blanch feeling becomes a set
Like a macabre record always spinning
The weight grows forceful
It is heavy
One becomes weary
With a final impact one is laid to rest.