trouble

i am draining
another barrel
of your tears
and sorrow,
pouring them
back into the earth.
emptying
the waste bin
of your
collected woes.
dusting the shelves
of your despair.
i am out of shoulders
to cry on,
to lean on,
my hands can
only lift you up so
far. my ears are full
and can receive
no more.
my mouth is dry
of words.