My shoulders seem to carry more,
than Atlas bearing the weight of the
world.
For expectations pile on my back,
Bending me over until I cannot see the
path.
Staring at the ground, Unable to see
the skies,
Tears the only raindrops, as they fall
from my eyes.
No rocks or planets could be as heavy,
As the things others expect of me.
My future, my present and my past,
Have all been steel and iron cast.
Unerasable in the passage of time,
Until slow erosion erases me from mind.
But as hammers and force shatter stone,
With effort can I make my name known.
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