Making NapoleonA Poem by Carissa Faulk
As we are just
Begun we slowly Crawl to our feet Draw ourselves against gravity's Eternal weight Feel the weight of the world Grapple with us for the first of a Hundred years In this beginning Just standing makes us King of all Laughing as we fall Me, I, Mine None of it will escape me Over all, under none People will not Quietly laugh at my Regal stance Soon it will not wobble They will be the ones dropping Under the weight of the world Vague dreams of glory and might We will not be, but will be Me X I mark the spot I will stand on: the Zenith of the world's weight. They discuss what I will be when I enter the world. I don't understand what they mean. I will be the world.
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2 Reviews Added on November 9, 2013 Last Updated on November 9, 2013 Tags: making, napoleon, child, parenthood, alphabet, dictator, sin, selfishness, independence AuthorCarissa FaulkLos Angeles, CAAboutA native of the Los Angeles area, Carissa loves Jesus above all else. Her hobbies include poetry writing, betta fish keeping, excessive reading binges between semesters, hiking, and occasionally writi.. more..Writing
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