The Giant Keeps a Diary

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

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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