Seeds of Giants

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 07, 2019

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I have a place for growing things,

where giants sprout from seeds.

They burst froth from mounds of earth, 

heads stretching towards the sky.

 

I have a place where giants grow,

forms blocking out the sun.

I wither in their blackened shadow,

as they suckle at my blood.

 

My bones I give so they can build,

my flesh so they can feed.

They take my strength, my breath and voice,

I falter as they grow.

 

These giants demand my very soul,

enslaving my desires.

I planted seeds and dared to sow,

but harvest turned to plague.

 

I am no giant - tamer,

nor beast with booming voice.

My breathless howl with trees belongs,

running wild into the night.

 

I have a place for growing things,

with giants cast aside.

I dig MY roots into soil,

let me be the one to thrive.


© Copyright 2019 Lee Renard. All rights reserved.

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