Poem: ” As Atlas did the sky.”

Do you remember the name of that bloke?

He held up the sky , or something equally impressive.

He’s got nothing on you.

On your shoulders , at your feet, 

in your bones.

Atlas , his name was, I think. 

A myth to your reality. 

What will they call you when they tell your story ?

They won’t tell it. Of course.

You will. You must. 

You who carry it all. 

Your punishment, 

Daily,

just as it was his. 

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2 comments

  1. I love this!

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  2. thank you , so much

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