Colossal

I feel

I am widdiful

The bloom of colossal

Making my way to the rooftops

Beneath, stars hung from gossamer

The windows, I pass in flashing strobe

In the stripes of a crook, I face the moon

Treading the prism of the crashing rain

The city darkens beneath my heal

My back, to the rising

Bloom of colossal

I am widdiful

I feel

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is an excellent poem that has such a sad and sinister tone as the protagonist feels they are worthy of hanging. You take short and descriptive words and phrases which make impact as well as providing an allegoric image of someone feeling unworthy.