Atlas-a new poem

A new, original poem that I just wrote. Thanks for reading!

Atlas,

But I do not shrug,

The strain burrows lash-deep-

Kinetic in crisis,

Yolked to a muted destiny-

Deaf to its designs;

I carry not the weight of anything,

Save lead thoughts-

Struggle not for the sins of anyone,

Save plaintive 

Nightingale-She's-

Silently mouthing dead words,

Stockholm; befriending the bony-cage

Casing my craggy heart.

I hear nothing as the world envelopes-

Splintered joints collapsing;

Spartan soul laid sepulcher bare.

Ages pass and hyacinth bones bleed to

Terra-firma-

Bare to the soles that endlessly stride over me,

I am watchful NOTHING to their promenades-

Persephone, bound by blind Gods,

But, I will no longer squirm and aerate for their pleasure,

Stoic in mindful suffering, I wait...

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