The Gentle Giant

Usually a mellow man, willing to just sit

He takes the tortures they inflict.

He could hurt them, even kill them

Strength coursed through his frame, all six’ two”

His chubby build, they don’t see past

How could he fight, at just shy of three hundred pounds?

 

They don’t see the thick fuse, protruding from his soul

A wet wick, rarely lit, but could blow a hole in a pit

He takes it all, if for him meant, the curses flung

Yet when they insult her, the fuse of anger,

A red hot anger, it ignites

 

They say a little thing, nothing at which to worry

They expect the same empty laugh and grin

Instead, he turns and reacts

He picks up them up by the throat

And slams them to the ground

He pulls back, ready to kill

 

He stops his fist short

He sees the fear in their eyes

And knows that he has won

He glares them in the eye

And tells them “NEVER AGAIN”

He stands them up, dusts them off

And then he walks away.

Reviews

[ROXANE DORSEY]

NEVER AGAIN. i always say. thanks for this piece

[Alex Ryder]

My overprotective big brother ;D