The Debricking

Wanderings through sandy landscapes

Led me to the edge of this high

Mountain. It is the tallest mountain,

Whether here or there.

 

I see madness from this mountaintop.

I see the gargantuan giants whom debrick

Your walls, your homes, your families.

These colossal beings do not pay mind to I,

 

For I pay lesser mind to them,

Whereas most humans have been paralyzed

By such monsters. Those beings, when

Glancing toward me at time and time,

 

Smirk, for they and I know my

Whispers have become faint with time.

The crowd covers their ears when such

Warnings are spoken. Once these

 

Colossal beings trample through the lives

They've worked eversolong to craft,

They keep their ears shut now, to

Tune the hard times out. I tried, oh, yes.

 

The giants once told me their names.

There were many, yet they seemed to

Follow one after the other. The name

Of the furthest from the frontrunner was "Hate".

 

Hate was the largest of his brothers.

I believe him to be the eldest, as well.

Reviews

[Jetta Zippora]

Beautiful imagery. Capturing the harshness of humanity and how we battle it or choose to stand down. That's at least what I got out of it. Very nice writing, friend.

[Michael Kikle]

Thanks again, Ms. Jetta! I really enjoy this work. I think I dipped a bit of my soul into it hahah.

[Jetta Zippora]

Soul dipping is the best way to write sometimes! haha :D Just letting it flow

[Matthew Spence]

Really deep poem, with a great analogy on human emotions and the limits they pose to society in its totality.

[Michael Kikle]

I think your review was a lot more intelligent than the poem, man :D Thanks for the feedback!