Untitled - Newest Poem Some call me a giant, Why - Im fifty feet tall! Towering, soaring as high as the birds, I gaze down at the world as average life occurs. Curly hair of black and a rumored heart to match, No single soul with a loving heart dares to get attached. My life is quite lonely, why I can get very sad, If it werent for the man on the moon I would surely have gone mad. What shakes me to the core is this worlds affliction, No fervor for the poor, but catering to addiction. All I see is desolation and cold-hearted jeer, What ever happened to passion and amiable cheer? My height fails to be my only plight, I wish I could help, as it leaves me so contrite. But alone I stand, unable to ease the disaster at hand. For who would listen to me - A rumored monster, an illicit beast? If just one of you would search down to my core, Perhaps then you would listen to the lonely man you abhor. Some call me a giant, but if you listen to my secluded drawl, Youd see why I feel fifty feet small.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 23:17:24 +0000
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