#37 – The Mighty
To those of us who have been USED,
left for LOST, ABANDONED, and ABUSED.
We RAISE our hands to form the MIGHTY,
lay in wait for APHRODITE.
She’s a faulty ICON at best,
still somewhat SWEETER we shall REST,
with BELIEF that around the BEND,
someone that would come to MEND—
Our broken HEARTS.
And sodden SOULS.
Brighten SPIRITS.
Sew up HOLES.
Beaten and BATTERED,
torn up and TATTERED-
We hold TIGHT our SCARS,
set sights for the STARS-
And hope for VICTORY,
at least in SOME degree.
And though we aren’t there quite YET,
I can SEE the SUNSET-
And it’s BEGGING to be RIDDEN.
Good, for we AIM to PLEASE.
SOON- we won’t be so HIDDEN.
Horizons outnumbered with EASE…
Even if happens to be…
that all of us…
is really only…
…me.
~Ramblings of a Crazy Man, #37 (The Mighty)
