Titan

There I go, again
Trying to play Atlas,
The world at my shoulders.
I thought I'd be able to take it,
Capable of shouldering your burdens,
But the weight is getting too much to bear.
My body protests but I don't...
But then I watch you cry and it all comes
Crashing down.
But now I know that I'm not Atlas.
Rather, I am Prometheus,
Condemned for trying to lend aid.
The Heavenly Flame, my devotion and love,
And Humanity - yourself.
I am thus branded, ruined,
Ripped to shreds and then molded back together,
To live it all again,
By your rejection...
And your ghost.
I am no Titan,
No protector,
I'm a man, broken,
By my endeavors to please you.

Reviews

[Akira Kodama]

This piece made me feel a mixture of things. A bit of sadness and sorrow. This is not an uncommon occurrence, one trying harder than they are capable to please another. I think in the end you will realize that even after all that effort, if they are still not satisfied, they are not worth any more. Great write, even with the suspected typo in the last line where "me" is most likely supposed to be "my".

[Xanthous Crow]

I'm glad you enjoyed! And thank you! I didn't even notice that...