The weight on my shoulders
Grows heavier still,
Unrelenting and unnerving.
I am like Atlas,
Forced to hold the world up into the atmosphere,
With my bare hands alone,
Slowly crumbling from my soles up
As it bares all it has onto me.
But it is not the task that is daunting;
It is the fact that I am alone in it,
With no helping hand to join me.
And who am I to think for a moment
That I am deserving of such things?
Besides who would help a man
That willingly did wrong
without care of consequences?
So here I am, to stand
And accept my heavy fate,
And be eternally burdened
With loneliness.
CZYTASZ
From the Depths
PoezjaA collection of original written word from the heart describing things felt or thought in real situations. I hope you enjoy the read - who knows what will come of it. #wattys2019
