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god's teeth, like crooked giants stood before me, unconquerable. I've always chased windmills but some demons are too great to slay, and I, too foolish and tired to slay them. "you were young once, too," they whisper, they have been here at the dawn of time and stand, eroded but beautiful. they only remind me that my youth is gone, of my fleeing mortality. I will be long dead, the earth will live on without me, someday, as will you. will you mourn me when I go? will you leave orchids at my wake? I never wished to see a world without you in it, never wished to feel my body apart from yours though you've shown me what it looks like now. and everything is a bit bleaker, the first snow fall brings only silence and slush and empty contemplation and I hate it. I hate being alone with these thoughts. but rather than spearing the giants and demons, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think the spear would easier go through me I'll get back on my horse and ride towards the empty and unfulfilling horizon as long as I can, I promise I will fight an eternity for your memory alone
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
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god's teeth, like crooked giants stood before me, unconquerable. I've always chased windmills but some demons are too great to slay, and I, too foolish and tired to slay them. "you were young once, too," they whisper, they have been here at the dawn of time and stand, eroded but beautiful. they only remind me that my youth is gone, of my fleeing mortality. I will be long dead, the earth will live on without me, someday, as will you. will you mourn me when I go? will you leave orchids at my wake? I never wished to see a world without you in it, never wished to feel my body apart from yours though you've shown me what it looks like now. and everything is a bit bleaker, the first snow fall brings only silence and slush and empty contemplation and I hate it. I hate being alone with these thoughts. but rather than spearing the giants and demons, I'd be lying if I said I didn't think the spear would easier go through me I'll get back on my horse and ride towards the empty and unfulfilling horizon as long as I can, I promise I will fight an eternity for your memory alone
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
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