Atlas Telamon

One
bad choice
and you will
carry the punishment for
eternity.

Air
is light
and birds are
free, or so we
think.

Tell
me, though,
how heavy is
the sky with no
rest?

Do
your arms
shake? Do your
legs threaten to give
out?

How
often have
your ribs cracked?
How do you stay
silent?

Is
it the
fear of what
might happen if you
cry?

My
world is
smaller, but I
have my own heavy
skies.