Atlas Unmasked

The last of this series.


Talk about a fall from grace,
It seems my world has been displaced.
Feelings for me Atlas misplaced,
Feelings for me have been erased.
A mistake.

How can one erase what doesn't exist?
Such feelings from a beholder so omnipotent.
The weight of my world he'll balance in his fist,
But under my heavy heart his strength will desist.
A miss.

My heart, my downfall, weaves a path of destruction,
And down I fall with unpleasant deductions.
Atlass dropped the ball, contrary to instructions,
So now I call, for some kind of substance.
A wince.

You are not Atlas, but merely the moon.
You shine bright when it is dark, and further I swoon.
But when the sun rises, I am lonely at noon,
Out of tune I croon, "Atlas, where are you? And can I see you soon?"
A wound.

I am craving the darkness to drown in your light,
And while I miss you in the day, I am terrified at night.
For never in my life have I seen such a sight,
Engulfed in the blackness I can only see white.
A fight.

Such a fairweather friend cannot truly be Atlas,
And although he is predictable, he is still tactless.
Decieving me to see only what should be, nothing less,
But the truth is I'm falling, the truth is I'm a mess.
A test.

There is no Atlas, nor has there ever been.
Only a light so blinding, I can't see where I went,
Until it dissapears and reveals my descent
I shriek in grief until I'm blinded again.
An end.