frozen in sheets, i'm alive
as the night surrounds me
the busy buzzing beehives
flutter in pieces 'round
the statue on top of me
it sits unmoving, alive
a faithful devotee
worshipping to be revived
hands appear and reach towards
the statue on top of me
slippery, wet and alive
i see no amputee
an arm knocks it with a dive
nowhere to be found was
the statue on top of me
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the far side | poetry
Poetrydon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
