I cannot hold this

I cannot hold this in my two hands

I have to wear it with my whole body, like my skin

I cannot walk but I cannot stop

Because where could I ever lay this down? I cannot.

I want to hail people who pass me

"You! Please! Come and take this away from me." But they pass.

Oh I am deep in a rich, thick web

But I am torn from it, far alone and shivering

Where can I turn? That is my riddle.

I cannot face this. I cannot turn my back on it.