The Eyes of the Garden Gnome
Tall whispers of lavish green
Surround sounds of brisk wind
Against a ceramic cheek
Unable to turn my head
Giants walk amongst the thin trees
Crushing creatures too small to protect
Strange are their noises
My eyes only able to see destruction
New giant trees planted nearby
Bright balls of fire as their leaves
Such beauty in the simplicity
The only time my head wishes to move
Screams won't launch from my throat
Giant's hands grasping my body
Such a fragile piece of porcelain
Where are they taking me?
New locations, new sights to see
We must have travelled miles
Nothing looks the same
I just want to go home
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Heart & Soul Poetry
PoezjaJust some random poetry from the depths of my mind. Read if you want. I will say there might be some triggers, so be cautious.
