Destined to hold the weight of the world,
Not because he wanted it
But because he was given it
By another who could have held it
Is this a reward or is it a punishment?
Was he given this burden because he could handle it?
Or because he deserved it?
Or because no one else wanted it?
That pressure may not have been so much at first
But as the days go on,
That pressure becomes condensed to a point
Enough to crack a boulder sized diamond.
As the months pass,
The feeling of that one point
Can be felt throughout the body
Near impossible to disregard
As the years pass,
He must have thought
Of nothing other than
The pain radiating through his body
After enough time, he must've asked
While holding the weight of the world
If holding off for another's help
Is worth the wait.
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Weight of the World
PoetryMiscellaneous thoughts, poems, and reflections on anything in the world.