The Weakling Poem by Joel Liew

He can call down rain from the clouds above,
Adding to river, flooding the earth.
Summon fire from the skies,
Burning peace & taking lives.
crush a mountain to a million bits,
just with a touch of his fingertip.
He even fought the strongest knights,
with his eyes closed yet won the fights.
Conquered a kingdom so easily,
that he did it alone, single handedly.
But even though he could do so much he felt weak,
As he never found what he seeks.
For all he wanted is a family
Someone who would approve of him.