My chains are gawkers
Bound by witnessing eyes
I am sacrificed
Burned in hellfires of apathy
I rise
The stench in your nostrils
Blacker than scorched earth
History minions
I toil for naught
A callous heart
But that I am seen
A human being
With human needs
Can't you see
I bleed?
My river runs deep
Fermenting greed
Greasing the cogs
Of history
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.
