King Kong

How did I become the monster? You're the one
Who said don't go. I held you in my huge brown
Hand and told you you were someone special.
I said I would rather die than hurt you, and I
Never did, but here I am. You've gone away.
I'm stranded far up on a building, batting at
The biplanes that have trained their Vickers
Guns on me. I'd take you in my hand again.
And carry you into the jungle to an isolated
Place where we could be as we once seemed,
But you've decided I'm a monster. Here's
Another plane.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-04-20 at 01:50

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