Yes, I stuffed him quickly within the space
He was branded, they wouldn't let him go
Whisper, It's name is haunting shame
What he well knows as constant echo
He accepted, then tried to rid what lingered
His life is not his own, who is he to speak?
Unclean hands, not to lift a pointed finger
So present the noose, let me dry his cheek
Never as thirsty, never quite so barren
Disgusted, he nearly climbed in; Although warned.
Although quite aware he'd be cursed to forever listen
In the box he was on his knees begging for
Who raised you to be engulfed like now?
Slamming down on fours for other than repenting
Just as the flavor, shivers, smells, sounds
Even here in safest box, the guilt will never leave me.
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PoetryPoetry just from actual personal experience. On various subjects as in Addiction,Loss,Relationships, Suicide, Homophobia, Hate, Fear etc. Have a look if you laze around to it.
