World on your shoulders

feeling bad and writing it out

The fields of silence

rolled up in violence,

told to be fine

and to be reconciled.

told to get used to it.

You will get used to it.

Adjust yourself.

Hold it in 

Keep it back

Don't let it flow

out.

You will poison the world

with your truths.

Hold the sorrow

Hold the world

on your shoulders

as Atlas did.

I'm on a mountain

going fast

flying through the snow.

I don't know

where I'm going.

Off a cliff maybe

turn around

and fall down.

Bleed my way down the hill

and lost my clothes.

Will I find them

will they be lost

forever

I don't know.

Don't let anyone know.

Reviews

[R Smith]

an intriguing poem Ruby, like you're afraid to admit a truth that could change life forever, the flight is a way of escaping this reality and as you race for a new life you cast aside the things that you wear as a token of renewal, do you want to bring them back? i don't think so go naked into a new beginning and clothe yourself with a new world of change and peace :)

[Mayank]

Cold imagery and solid emotions, it flows inside you like a ice cube.

[AaronFreitas]

It's always good to write when feeling bad... those emotions definitely came out in this piece.
"Will I find them, will the be lost forever, I don't know" Just the desperation for answers... awesome piece :)