Author's Note: This is from Loki's POV before and during the movie Thor. It can be thought of as a metaphor, too :)
It's just a short poem I randomly wrote, but I hope you enjoy and review it :)
If you had ever spoken to me
I had cherished every word you said
But when I spoke out in my own whispers
You never heard. No green, just red
And if you ever speak to me
I keep every word you say
But when I reach out with my own cries
You never hear I'm not okay
If you'll ever speak to me
I'll keep every word you say
But what's the use of all my screaming?
No one is listening anyway
Author's Note: The formatting of the document kept messing up, and this was the best I could do :P
The poem is of three stanzas with four lines each, and I wanted there to be spaces between each stanza because the first is about Loki and Thor's past, the second is about their present, and the last is about the future :)