There was a man
who saw too much.
Felt too much pain.
Had too little luck
Constantly falling
off the yellow brick road.
No where worth going.
No place called home.
He lost his crimson shoes
in a poker game with the witch.
Now he’s lost forever,
in a land of lore and myth
Relentless screeching
from the monkeys with flight.
Has kept him awake
all through the night.
There’s no way out
he plainly sees.
He can’t escape
his destiny.
He runs to hide but deep inside,
he knows he cannot flee.
He must face forever as his final endeavor
So his fate will be written by he.
Spot on Logan! lol A sudden glaring moment of realisation in a poem. Perfect 10 from Tai, trying not to laugh!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem. nowonder they pin so much hope on you.