The giant keeps a diary
and he shows it to me,
he laughs deep from his diaphram
knowing he'll die from this
and I laugh too because honestly
legends are hard to miss
if they still have strength to laugh,
so slowly I wear him down
until his strength sinks
into some cavern he cant see,
weakened giants sheath knees
and stake hands on trees,
balance came and went
with the color of leaves,
he takes his diary
and shoves it inside of me
says "here kid you deal with it",
im Atlas now
carrying weight I was never built for
listening to the world breath
as I choke on paper,
Im not fourteen anymore
its time for vapor
wagons of fire
and fuel for the racer
in our hearts,
Slowly but surely
we taper off
A Masterpiece!
My most favoritest of your poems for me. I love this giant, love his "kid" comment. Nice and well carried lines. Thorougly enjoyed this writing. - yrpoempalstella