Gale
I want to take the hat off
And then wave my goodbye.
I am a child with a suitcase, A woman with a crane
Taking each step with little strength, then falling over again
I am a child that ran over, A man with no name
Helding my hands in the sky, begging for the rain
I was the falling paper, from the tree of neglect
Rushed with the wind, heavied by water, loved by the pain
I became the small pebble that talked to little grains
Ignored and dumbfounded and stinged by bolts of gale
I went to take the hat off, with a smile that never fade
Soon, I will take this hat off. So long! To you my friend.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Intersections
PoetryHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
