Robert Horton Poet Rhyme

Giant

Giant 

Staring at me, 
     through spaces, 
A plethora 
     of fish-like eyes, 
Wearing my heart 
     on their faces
Like the aura 
     of my own disguise. 

My reflection comes 
     and then goes, 
Like a beast, 
     elusive and awry
And the image 
    of perfection shows, 
At least, in the corner 
     of my eye. 

I cower, 
     I swish the tears 
Away from the 
     minions and tyrants
Who tower over 
     my latent fears 
In a way reminiscent 
     of the giants. 

Giants who tread on 
     my wayward soul 
And crush my 
     ghostly shroud, 
O, how I dread 
     that six foot hole
And the hush 
     of a grieving crowd. 

They all wear
     fish-like eyes 
Blinking them 
    'til wet and red, 
Caring not 
     for who lives or dies, 
Thinking only that
     they must be dead. 

Standing by 
     an empty grave
I feel blessed 
     and laugh, defiant, 
Handing out fears 
     with nonchalant wave 
Dressed as 
     everyone's giant. 

©RJVHorton2016

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