Alone and logging
Still and cold
Lays a giant, once majestic
And calm
The pool around them is green and stale
It smells of old and rotten fish
The giant doesn’t move,
It doesn’t make a sound
All it sees is green
They only movement being it cell mate,
Another smaller giant in their family
As the season change the weather comes and goes,
The giant stays logging,
Not moving until in need of air
Slowly, it rots away
There is no one to care,
No one to watch them jump and play
No one to have a family with
Finally, it comes to an end
The giant lets itself sink,
Letting the rotting feeling take over
And finally relaxes,
Going back to life before captivity
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
Alone and logging
Still and cold
Lays a giant, once majestic
And calm
The pool around them is green and stale
It smells of old and rotten fish
The giant doesn’t move,
It doesn’t make a sound
All it sees is green
They only movement being it cell mate,
Another smaller giant in their family
As the season change the weather comes and goes,
The giant stays logging,
Not moving until in need of air
Slowly, it rots away
There is no one to care,
No one to watch them jump and play
No one to have a family with
Finally, it comes to an end
The giant lets itself sink,
Letting the rotting feeling take over
And finally relaxes,
Going back to life before captivity
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