Atlas MAG

November 13, 2009
By DepressedPoet GOLD, San Jose, California
DepressedPoet GOLD, San Jose, California
18 articles 1 photo 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
"Wow, That was awkward"


Crushed like a tin can
The world flattened me
Under the weight of expectations,
Mine and others,
I am cut off
Not from others
But from myself.
My soul is unconnected
I no longer feel trust or happiness
My mind, cold and alone,
Is shutting down
Destroyed by a virus.
The virus of life
I want to be freed
From my unlife
I want to feel warmth
Am I cold-blooded?
Should I let the ice water
Out of my veins?
I am not Atlas
I cannot hold up the sky
I can barely hold up my head
Who can help me hold on,
If not onto my world,
Then on my sanity?
My world is crumbling,
My sky is falling
And I don't have the strength
To hold myself together


The author's comments:
One day after class I was sitting by myself and felt slightly suffocated by need, what I need, what people need from me, what the world needs. I sat there and admired hercules for shouldering atlas' burden.

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on Nov. 17 2010 at 12:46 pm
Savannainthesky GOLD, West Suffield, Connecticut
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Favorite Quote:
"It may have been in pieces.. but I gave you the best of me"-Jim Morrison(the doors)

wow, that was truly amazing, i'd love to get your opinion on my work

on Nov. 17 2010 at 12:15 pm

I love this poem. It's incredibly articulate and does a wonderful job with conveying emotions.

Great  job!! (:



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