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On High...
by J. P. DaviesFrom 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...
05/16/2003 Posted on 05/17/2003
Copyright © 2024 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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