Atlas

New write. Can u read and tell me what you think please?

The worry of the world is

a heavy burden to shoulder, 

it hangs dully over your head, 

weighing down your torso, 

drowning you in the tears 

and terrors of catastrophe. 

The modern curse of Atlas 

delivered by your fate, 

embraced by your destiny; 

you stand upon a mountain, 

but instead of the sky-- 

you hold the world.

Author's Note

Please tell me what you think. :) thanms

Reviews

[WillaDanvers]

This again is another amazing poem - reminds me of those periods of depression, this is how it feels. Wonderfully captured!

[Melody]

Thank you, again, so much! I really appreciate it! :)

[Mitch]

I love the idea that no matter how high you climb, there is always an unbearable weight on your shoulders. Its something I think a lot can relate to.

[Melody]

Thank you so much! :)