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[Colm Roe]

I want to wear someone else’s shoulders.To stand in front of the mirror and let them hang,until the broad blades cut into the bow of my back.I want to recite a litany of lost causes, as the blood mergesat the soles of my feet. Re-learn rejection,the dire thrill of resignation. The grief of a thousand daysthat collapse into night. I want to bear the weight of all this,and teach myself how to shrug them off.

Some fine word play here AT.
Last three lines conclude it so well. 
When you learn how it's done please let me know 
 

[Dave]

A very strong poem building to a great and human last line

[indar]

I don't read this as dark at all. The will to shrug off what life can throw and, as I read it, has little to do with the individual at whom it's thrown is a sign of growth--strength. I like this one a lot.