WEEK 10: Inno vs Johnny 6feet - 6 WINS

Inno · 06-15-2020, 11:01 PM

A heavy burden

I catch the glimpses of eyes heavy with judgement
Weighing me down like a thousand anchors catching waves
I climb stairs all day but can’t seem to leave the basement
Its like I’m a corpse wandering aimless through graves
Sifting through expectations trying to hold on to one
But they keep slipping like grains of sand through my hands
I know eventually everything equates to a sum
Although for me it’s like counting to a million with one hand
With sword and shield I march the battlefields of life
Looking to provide, I stride to feed those I lead
Searching through a barren wasteland is part of the sacrifice
But don’t mind the blood, it’s just this soaked sleeve that bleeds
Seeping through the cloth and staining the skin
A reminder to never give in to fears and my doubts
A truth so deep most of us don’t dare to drown in let alone swim
Instead I carry this weight around to make atlas proud
Not realizing how strong I am I pretend to be weak
Letting fears and ignorance dictate how I control fate
Stripping myself to basic instinct until the future looks bleak
At this point the end of the world is not coming, it’s waiting for me and I’m late

You invite me to the table and tell me to take a seat
But then serve me food never giving me a fork or dinner plates
I’ve died a thousand deaths the same on repeat
But the blame is never placed so the sin never burns out the hate
So I stand as a martyr on top a hill of bodies at its peak
Hoping to see a horizon when I wake.....

06-15-2020, 11:01 PM	#1
Inno Ad mini tator Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 10,025 Battle Record: 26-54 Champed - Lime Green Poetry Association - Black August - 1-2 Punch League Rep Power: 85899403	A heavy burden I catch the glimpses of eyes heavy with judgement Weighing me down like a thousand anchors catching waves I climb stairs all day but can’t seem to leave the basement Its like I’m a corpse wandering aimless through graves Sifting through expectations trying to hold on to one But they keep slipping like grains of sand through my hands I know eventually everything equates to a sum Although for me it’s like counting to a million with one hand With sword and shield I march the battlefields of life Looking to provide, I stride to feed those I lead Searching through a barren wasteland is part of the sacrifice But don’t mind the blood, it’s just this soaked sleeve that bleeds Seeping through the cloth and staining the skin A reminder to never give in to fears and my doubts A truth so deep most of us don’t dare to drown in let alone swim Instead I carry this weight around to make atlas proud Not realizing how strong I am I pretend to be weak Letting fears and ignorance dictate how I control fate Stripping myself to basic instinct until the future looks bleak At this point the end of the world is not coming, it’s waiting for me and I’m late You invite me to the table and tell me to take a seat But then serve me food never giving me a fork or dinner plates I’ve died a thousand deaths the same on repeat But the blame is never placed so the sin never burns out the hate So I stand as a martyr on top a hill of bodies at its peak Hoping to see a horizon when I wake.....