ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Books, Literature, and Writing


Updated on July 4, 2009


As my avatar sits dark and dreary

Ohh, so weary

In my mind

He watches me

With his slightest touch

I am coerced to a direction

Not knowing my destination

He controls all navigation

Dark and dreary this body a distant decoy

Of my true self

The way it's treated 

The way it's beated

Smothered in love by those of its own flesh and blood

And yet it’s shunned by those that are not

It’s so hated

Like an idol that should be burned

Of different religion

And of different tradition

And of different nature

But this Avatar this idol will walk and will stand

And maybe after some work can take the upper hand 


    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No comments yet.