When the giant sleeps
he lays dormant, never to be heard.
He sleeps like a baby but breaths like a lion through the caves as it echoes.
But to the surprise of those glaring,
waiting for a beast to emerge from
this,
never seen reputation he has built.
'Tis only the gentle touch of his hand
that gave him his second reputation.
A soft one, a push over - but ha, I laugh in the face of unlaughable emotions, kind notions and love potions.
But that's just not me is it...?
I said to the wall in front of me
I needed to pass but,
to my amazement,
I could never even see,
a wall, a mere
mirage to the retinas deception.
But I question why I ever mention,
my thoughts and perceptions
like the worlds in one convention.
Despite being mouth to horse -
I always got stared at,
trampled down and taken for.
Ironically I'd say for granted,
but I'm left stranded, demanded around then commanded - like this sleeve hadn't already,
seen the washing powder one too many times.
All the lost faded faces I left on my brain,
all the sleepless nights,
I thought my help could turn me insane,
But as the day repeats,
I'm thinking... "Not this Again"
Not another sleepless night,
Just waiting the next day.
But at least I know
before I take my final breath,
It was all just a test,
until death,
And I don't live a day,
with a shard of regret.
A poem about me personally. Always getting called a push over or soft, because I live my life as "that guy" wishing everyone a good day and making sure I put a smile on others before myself. I recently sat and assessed people around me, who was bringing me down, who used me, and I cut loose ends. For once I was selfish - yet I still help them despite breaking. Even if I hate - I give kindness. I live with no regrets, and despite my pain I always wear a smile! Live to the fullest, love, laugh and share dreams, that could never be written even in your mind. Enjoy the read!
