Astatine
Crowd noises are ringing as I peep by the window,
It's another night in the month of fall,
I'm just a nobody, barely got a fellow,
But i'm very special in the eyes of them all.
Everybody wants me like i'm a celebrity,
They adore me so much like i'm a hero,
They watch me day and night like the paparazzi,
Barely have a sleep, they want every moment of me.
To them, my simple moves are like thunder and lightning,
So loud but bizarre, like the odd bells ringing,
Like a sole drop of water or a pint of food for surviving,
A bare necessity but so raw and fright'ning.
They ring bells everyday, like it was yesterday,
They want others to believe that I blunder every way,
Like a doctored tape or a trick in a movie,
My tale is a blockbuster without time for delay.
Oh Lord! What did i do right to be very special?
What did i do right to deserve such attention?
Like i'm just a poet without pins in my collar,
But every time i do something, bells are ringing from afar.
The odd bells are ringing, they are all about me.
But what the fuzz? I'm just a nobody!
Why waste too much on me, like i'm a celebrity,
Like i'm Che Guevarra or Jose Marti?
Is this really a gift, Lord please tell me, i'm puzzled,
Like a pilgrim in a holy land, i'm startled and baffled,
For if what I know is the only reason,
It must be Astatine to deserve such attention.
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R. B. Cawis
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