weight of the world

on the thin line between curse and blessing
we see history through a shattered mirror
hollow echoes and circular questions
and you always ask the impossible

screams like scars etched into my mind
and the most harrowing plea of it all
some tales are better left untold
and you always ask the impossible

with open eyes you fumble in the dark
already forgotten are the when and the how
all these answers lost to the ages
and you always ask the impossible

day after day i reach out to you
all i ever see is your silhouette
standing motionless in the twilight
and you always ask the impossible

when i hold open yet another door
you demand entry to your prison
back into a life where you can fade away
and you always ask the impossible

compelled to lay down in these ruins
only you can dig through the rubble
again and again i hand you the shovel
and you always ask the impossible

once again we stand here together
once more thrown before the gates of fate
we clench our teeth and climb up the stairs
and you always ask the impossible

consider sisyphos, too close to the edge
remember atlas, crushed by the weight
and you always ask the impossible
and you always call my name

(2023)

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