Battered & Downed.
Clowned & Mocked.
Teared & Almost Dead.
Thwarted After Feared.
Warned, But Now Nigh Lost.
Lust 4 Mortal Power Amounts 2 These Last Moments Of My Final Hour.
Tower Erected, Now Fallen.
Falcon On Shoulder Of The Untouchable Now Doing Me N.
Sin: I Was 1 With A Valuable Soul 4 Sale.
Still...I'm Still As The Final Cold Creeps Over. My Baby...Baby Mama, Grins Callously @ Me As They Kick & Stomp Me 2 That Last Bullet He'll Deliver.
Disaster: Wounded.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: March 8th, 2023 20:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Just Vibe With Me, Fellow Poetz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 6
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