The Smallest TitanA Poem by ZugzwangThe child inside me Is always crying, And he cannot stop. Tears burst forth In each moment Afresh: Hot, salty and stinging the eyes, before Racing down roseate cheeks And springing off into space Now here, now there.
I would like to comfort him, But he does not understand Words. He is being crushed Under the weight Of a black globe of grief Too enormous For his small frame To bear.
Little Atlas, You will cry Forever. © 2015 ZugzwangReviews
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