A poem of the harsh burden that Atlas carry's on his shoulder |
My weary eyes are unable to disclose the faults in humanity that dispose our hopes and dreams my eyelashes are sowed in seams even when I fall to sleep my dreams contain the errors that make us weep society lives on a thin line of what can be incorrect and considered as fine but the immoralities that last in the morals shoot out of the everlasting portals contradictions occur in the real fact fiction when more humans are birthed at the same time as our extinction the sun in the sky freezes the earth while some of us walk blind into what we think is worth think is the beginning of our birth but is just the start of destruction the robot beeps at the end of its function the blocks heavy on the shoulders as Atlas holds the massive boulders his hands grow black at all the disease and the want to give out grows at his knees the stench from the rock is hard to breathe in his breath grows weak as the oxygen thins his ears are filled with the human's shouts and his head is filled with all of their doubts his masculine form has taken its toll as his effort to hold us begins to roll he does not feel as if we deserve to make him suffer and keep his pleasure in reserve all it takes is a quick drop and he can walk away as the world turns to slop but is it already a living trash Atlas does not feel it to be the heavenly stash unworthy violence above his head and bullet holes bleeding out used up lead pity the fallen and the souls of unrest but before they reach their death no less? even before we have reached a ripe old age some of us feel as though we are already caged in a body unable to move in a body unable to soothe even the old man has wisdom tucked up inside the years fallen in the schism but as time continues to age the young have been falling to rage and the intellectuals become the delinquents as the good acts become more infrequent Atlas is done with the effort Done acting as humanity's Shepard So he lets go and walks with a wave to the painful planet we were to blind to save |