Torches march alone
Deep inside the stone wall
That imprisons me.
A drastic change
Comes from the heart
Tearing strings
Like guitar picks
I’m dying,
Aren’t I?
Starvation fills my body
When I wake
Even though I had a full plate
Surely it’s not the
Sporadic over drinking
To chase a numb
Or catch a high
From ghost peppers
Why does this pain
Seem chronic
And more often
Than less recent?
What am I to do
But question the sky
And falter?
I know not of the answer.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
Torches march alone
Deep inside the stone wall
That imprisons me.
A drastic change
Comes from the heart
Tearing strings
Like guitar picks
I’m dying,
Aren’t I?
Starvation fills my body
When I wake
Even though I had a full plate
Surely it’s not the
Sporadic over drinking
To chase a numb
Or catch a high
From ghost peppers
Why does this pain
Seem chronic
And more often
Than less recent?
What am I to do
But question the sky
And falter?
I know not of the answer.
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