“Behemoth”

Poem 8 suggests something of monstrous size and power. Sometimes things of the most  monstrous size and power can be small, concentrated, and full of enough energy to exceed their initial movement. A word to the wise…

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“Behemoth of an Ego”  © C.P. Hickey 2014

“Behemoth”

Who am I?

I know.

Do you?

You don’t, yet.

You’ll see.

Unless, I swallow myself up first.

Entirely possible.

 

Who was I?

I could never figure it out.

Did you?

You didn’t.

I guess I didn’t do what I said I’d do.

 

Who will I be?

I’m scared to try.

You don’t know either?

What the hell is going to happen?

 

Who am I?

I know, and I don’t know.

Do you?

Maybe, you’ll find out.

Count on it.

 

Count on it.

 

 

 

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