These strings are a part of me
They bleed, but you'll never see
The way it breathes life in me
I'm hoping that you can see
These strings attached to me.
Cried and tried but you were blind
To see the strings on my limbs
My chest shrunk like the leaves
As it bears the shape of my ribs
Sitting neatly on his crib.
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the far side | poetry
Poeziedon't know what is wrong with me i feel gone i'm so reckless - a collection of poetry from the perspective of a madman
