tied tight to a pole
an ember below
crowd's out of control
some are real, some faux
hand in hand they watch
with pitchforks in hand
smiling as they watch
me tie die first hand
as i burn to embers
their lips curl once more
smiles in deep azure
they have marked the score
tied tight to a pole
an ember below
crowd's out of control
some are real, some faux
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the far side | poetry
الشعرdon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
