I'm sour and bitter.
I cower as a critter.
Smaller than the smallest.
Always beneath the tallest.
My anger gets the best of me.
The danger they said i'd be.
Words fired as ammunition.
None has come to fruition.
Anger,not all that clouds the mind.
Sadness, squeezes tighter as it binds.
I could dream of a release.
I wouldn't end the life of my beast.
But I could only hurt it.
If not only a bit.
Wound what i can see.
Its a blades destiny.
As atlas bared the weight of worlds like no kind.
For i was strong of body, but weak of mind.
All of life bared upon my broad shoulders.
Sadness,loneliness,anger and fear, among my largest boulders.
But now all is said and done.
Now slowly shines a sun.
Wether mine or yours.
Surely there will be new doors.