The sky is falling

The sky is falling

In my mind

The one that used to hold

The morning sun

The daily mantra

How the setting burns in gold

All that was once held up in blue

So clear, so undeniable

Is falling– shattering, Truman’s glue,

Suddenly unreliable

I feel it crush me as it falls

Who knew clouds weighted like this?

I carry it with me when I walk

Myself, and poor Atlas

I know my posture is getting worse

I have no time to shower

I haven’t been looking at my grades

The sky sucks out all my power

I know

One day

I will wake

And the ache will have left my shoulders

It will dull

Over time

Meanwhile my grave grows colder