The Thing Poem by Anne Marie

In a distant, faraway land
Lies a creature of infinite worth
It grows forever and ever,
It’s a being as old as the earth

It drowns the world in its meaning
And amazingly it never fails
To make your toes tingle with nerves,
As it strikes like a thousand nails

Some people get hit with it twice,
Three times or even four
Yet every time it breaks them,
They always return for more

Those who have walked or stumbled
Into its grip so tight
Remain evermore in the arms
Of a creature that comforts at night

Its eyes tell a story of deepness
They gleam with a fiery flame
As it timelessly watches its riches
Have you guessed it? True love is its name.


Written 16th Jul,2001