The weight of the world is too much to take.
My shoulders are holding, but soon they will break.
The pressure is crushing, I drop to one knee.
The God looking on was deaf to my plea.
Down it came crashing.
The world split in two.
Spent of exhaustion.
Unable to move.
Agonize failure.
A dire condition.
Alone like before.
Peaceful submission...
From the world sprang its core.
And the core begat new.
Forrests, and mountains.
Skies ocean blue.
With rest came new vigor.
Angst gave to faith.
And the world i hold weightless.
Alone here in place.
© 2006 jackshit
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