Weights of the world,
All of its horrors,
All of its madness,
All of its problems,
All of its stresses.

It bears down upon me,
Crushing me,
Compressing me,
My muscles inevitable fail me,
I’m not Atlas.

Cracks start to show,
I fear that I’m doomed,
Can I have a ray of sunshine?
I’m far from a titan,
I’m not Atlas.

Atlas

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Comments
  1. jess says:

    I like that. We all feel like that at times. Nicely composed.

  2. Osharlequin says:

    Reblogged this on WorldofHarley and commented:

    I’m Not Atlas

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