a tiny green man.
stares.
stares.
stares.
at me through those tiny green eyes.
making me unemotional, unable, and unknowing.
he cannot speak.
yet thousands of thoughts erupt from his sealed lips.
i have relinquished.
everything.
to.
this.
tiny.
green.
man.
though he is but mere paper.
i cannot break from his death hold.
it's inevitable.
impossible.
inescapable.
inexorable.
ineluctable.
but one day.
losing power completely.
i will give up this Tiny Green Man.
in exchange for something meaningless.
then he can feed away on the control and power of others.
until we're all left.
empty.
and meaningless.
all because of a couple tiny green men.
YOU ARE READING
the art of expressing opinions
PoesíaIt's my metaphorical mind in a chaos whirlwind of words, thoughts, emotions and actions. Can you find the deep in the water, or will you drown in the shallows?
