His words were marooned
To the highest peak
Lurching for the edge
Wavering and uncertain

So he shied away
From the truth he yearned to spawn
From the Goliath
Bellowing deep within
Raging, and thrashing to be freed

His entire world stalled
As he stood pondering before the morrow
Straining, defiantly
Against its savage pull

The youth was doomed to remain
Teetering, for the rest of his days
Braving each lonely wisp
That dared to drive him forth

Time perished gracefully
Alongside his colossal words
Never knowing rejection’s wrath
Nor the warm coils of acceptance