The ropes of those that gave up,
Still hangs amidst the chandeliers of chaos.
All their pride, medals and cups,
Are broken down and locked away like Thanos.
But unlike the God of Gods,
Their children weren't the ones that killed them,
Instead,
They were the ones that watched,
Their fathers hang dead, unscathed.
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
