On High...

by J. P. Davies

From this mountain
you look miniscule to me
From up here you are insignificant
you are a mere speck
on this island

I am above you
looking down
with mercy and benevolence
upon the kingdom of my fancy

I adapted to rule you
with thought and will
But here I sit disconnected
from you, as you converse
and laugh...with others

You beguile me,
I am alone...
friendless yet beneficient
I am monastic...
Took a vow...
Of life without you...


Posted on 05/17/2003
Copyright © 2022 J. P. Davies

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Barbara Griffith on 06/11/03 at 01:59 PM

In the first two stanza's, it seemed like you were being full of yourself (I am better than you etc..) But the last two completely change it around, making it seem like it's the punishment.

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