You knocked him off his fake pedestal
And replaced it with a real one
Made of Diamond silver and gold.
There you stood, above them all
Suffering, you ruled.
Imagine what you could've done
If you were strong enough
To resist the aching in your heart.
Imagine if it never happened
You could've tore this world apart.
A sick king
Yet you were still the greatest.
Who would've thought
That you were dying inside
While you held the world together?
Atlas, you are.
The world is on your shoulders.
Your back is breaking
And your spine is curved
Your lungs are collapsing
Your pleas, not heard.
I wish you a farewell as you fall to the floor.
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
