In the old, green world, I was king,
With steps like thunder, I'd swing.
Tall ferns, like castle walls, they'd cling,
In that time, I ruled everything.
But now, oh wow, what a change,
Metal beasts, and roads, so strange.
Birds fly high in a constant range,
I feel like I'm in a cage.
Above, there's a never-ending buzz,
And below, the ground, it's all a fuss.
People rush by, never a hush,
In this world, I'm just a stray thus.
But still, I stand, strong and bold,
A story of old, yet untold.
In this world, so new, yet so cold,
I'm the story that's never been sold.
So let them stare, let them see,
The Rex, the ancient mystery.
In this strange world, I'll still be me,
A dinosaur, roaming free.
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Sandra M
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts7 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
I love your Dino, standing proud still a king in its own right. When you say 'the rex', you should capitalize it for more emphasis. Lovely poem.