Saturday, December 31, 2016

This morning
I can feel the weight on my shoulders
Of all the potential lives I have not lived
And all the potential lives I will not live
A hunchbacked Atlas
I fear, one day
The sky will come crashing down
All the unlived lives raining fire and ice
It will be the triumph of regret over love

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