Tick-Tock
By SL
How long has it been
Since I’ve picked up my pen?
How long has it been
Since my words made the world spin?
Maybe a year, maybe two
Should I blame myself or should I blame you?
If they listen, what do you think they’ll hear?
Years of pain being drained from my soul, exiting through tears
It’s not the job of the misunderstood to make people understand
He’s the one misunderstood when he walks the land!
The greats were never pulled out the crowd and put on a throne
They always were unique and stood alone
Often misread and unappreciated
Until they stand tall and their true presence can’t be negated
They go from being a shadow to being the light of their people
Even so, they’ll never fly with the flock because they were born eagles
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Beautiful.
SL, your poem is very deep, I enjoyed the use of metaphors in your writing. It is great to be different and stray away from the pack as long as you do so in a positive manner. Continue to grow and become the leader you were meant to be.