As if the flat was hard enough
The suggestion of mountain ranges
Wading upstream amidst natures predators
Was too much to contemplate.
He was a plain man
Beset with faults and flaws
With social skills that struggled to be seen
He avoided the public eye
Kept to himself
Let words escape, revealing snippets
Not too much should people talk
Hidden away under the world
Safe from scrutiny
Harbouring the pain of growing up
A freak unable to connect
Ignored and the butt of many a joke.
The words of the boys haunted him
“The Creep from the Deep’.
The road ahead was flat,
He liked it that way
No one noticed, or cared,
So, he plodded along.