Standing on the highest mount
The sky reaching out for support
Landing on my hands and shoulders
The crushing weight above to hold us
I am no hero
Yet you know my name
Next to zero
Me, betrail, yet no shame
And here I stand
Pain takes no end
And my punishment is this
By my side no Nemesis
My Brothers and Sisters
Are standing, turning their back
They are no longer Masters
Overruled by Zeus's pack
Kronos is sold
To the Underworld
They forgot about me
There is nothing else to see
Because I remain the same
As Atlas, the Insane
-J.
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The Wildness Of Souls
PoetryFrom love to pain. Some back and forth. My poems contain my soul, my thoughts. Some more, some less. Some are better, some are a simple creation written down in the spur of the moment. Some are more true, more honest than you'll ever know. And some...
