You are my protector,
when no one else is willing.
I love everything about you,
your irritating personality, your humour
and your laugh.
When you were happy, it showed and
to be near you was like standing on the Sun.
You were happy with someone,
and I grew up with that person
you'd become.
You'd built a world with her,
with a castle and creatures,
a place where Spring breezes swirled.
But you grew up too fast in that world.
You were suddenly different,
your moods swung like a monkey in the trees.
Then your grounds crumbled, and
the world you created burned.
The castle collapsed and the creatures died,
all while the Earth still turned.
You had the same energy, but
now you were radioactive - being near you
I had to be brave,
Meanwhile God flipped a coin,
to determine if the suicidal man would cave.
Heads he stands,
Tails he falls...
Heads.
- Author: Niall (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 17th, 2017 08:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Could be trigger warning - someone dear to me knows what its like to stand at a dark precipice and decide.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 31
Comments1
Good write.
Thank you 🙂 x
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