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Jan 2013
I carry the sky in one hand
The weight, it burns
But still I stand.

Late Evening, and all the cities are hushed
But I am awake
For we cannot lie crushed.

A struggle, A shout, A whisper, A plea,
But why bother to beg?
I shall not be set free.

When the dawn breaks,
I continue to weaken
With my ever-strong hope;
My bad fate will be beaten.

Until the day comes
When I have gained freedom
I carry the sky
During this endless season.
"Atlas" refers to the titan in Greek mythology that was forced, as a punishment, to hold up the sky for the rest of the world. I am a perfectionist but also get overwhelmed very easily, and that is why I wrote this poem. Also, this is one of my rare rhyming poems!
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kf
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   Ace Malarky
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