Colossus
The Colossus storms its feet upon my tomb
You live unhappy. You will die unhappy.
It is loud and obnoxious.
Your dreams are why you weep. Do you not see?
“I see, one day, my dreams fulfilled.” I retort.
How, when they hold no substance? They are empty, unreal, and as untouchable as mist.
The pounding keeps on, a continuing tantrum.
“Yet they hold me to this world,” I say, “when nothing else seems able. These dreams keep despair from me.”
The dreams lie.
Thunder.
It makes me angry. I decide to ignore it…
“Will you cease your stomping!”
Will you cease the lies? They are killing you.
I grind my teeth, seething.
You reach too far, it adds, condemning me.
“When I stop dreaming, that is when I will die, not before!” I snap.
Do not stop the dreams, fool. Fix them. Make the dreams reasonable.
It is still loud, still stomping on my grave.
Everything shakes.
“Reasonable? Make them worthless you mean!” My voice feels thick, ugly, angry.
Face reality! Struggle towards something you can attain and quell your misery!
“I. Will. Attain. My. Dreams!” I bite off each word, hoarse, almost shouting.
My chest tightens and I taste the bile of rage.
No, the Colossus retaliates, You will die filled with them, and lay in this grave, still lonely, and your epitaph will read “This man, in his arrogance, chased the dreams of larger men, and so died, unfulfilled and wretched.”
“You’ve gone too far, beast.”
I tremble, hot with fury
“You may be massive and loud and overwhelming, but I deny you. I deny your vile words!”
Does his pounding soften? Just briefly…
But now it grows. Aarrg! It is more terrible than ever!
You are a fool. You must live simple, dream simple. Spare yourself the pain you are so eager to embrace.
In my anger I am struck by a revelation:
This grave, it is not mine.
It is the grave of the Colossus, which is why it pounds so horribly.
I realize that it has been seeking to destroy its own tomb! I must have let it out before it was fully dead.
“I’ve had enough, evil demon of my soul. My dreams are large and I shall reach them joyously! Get you back into your hole. Lie down and die for good!”
I kick it solidly and it topples.
I will never die completely! It taunts.
It is my turn to stomp
I do so with grim glee, until the Colossus is good and buried.
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