Backpack

Hauling heavy straps
Weighing down traps
Strength slowly taps
Longing for loss of gravity
Free from polyester fetters
Creeping towards morbidity
A shell full of books and letters
Hunched on my back
My education in chains calling
All the information my head lacks
Knowledge slowly sprawling
From my back to my head
From books brimming with
In the dark slight bouncing
Words unbound now shift
No longer tiny tomes trouncing
Muscles tighter trying
Knowledge into them seeping
Carrying a load no weeping
Too much and I begin crying

I cannot stop until my back carries nothing
And my brain lets nothing more in
That would be something