A Man

A man's existence is a weighty mantle, worn with a strength that belies the toll. His heart: a labyrinth of calculations— a maze of endless thought, where love is the goal. His eyes, two lanterns burning bright with foam, reflect the turmoil, as his soul resides in a realm of selflessness, where sacrifice is the norm; a 100 percent selfless heart, that beats to provide. He is an Atlas, holding worlds aloft, a rock, unmoving, yet crumbling beneath the fault. His exhaustion—a silent scream, that echoes and implores— a weight that presses, crushing, yet unspoken. His success is celebrated, but his sacrifices ignored; his efforts, a never-ending sea, that ebbs and flows, unseen. He works to make sure everyone is okay, but no one knows if he is okay. His heart beats like a drum—a lonely refrain— a reminder of the weight he carries, the burden he sustains.