Bounty

Canticle

While I walk,

My chest closes to the breeze.

With sweat on my forehead,

I am brought to my knees.

I cry out loudly,

But nobody hears a thing.

The heat from the lights,

Who is watching me?

Peering eyes cast judgment,

The mirror cracks my dreams.

As I stand,

I drag what's left,

Like a bounty among thieves,

I take the rest,

Drop my soul,

While my body leaves.

  • Author: Henry Canticle (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 30th, 2025 12:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    Quite dramatic and poetic this poem speaks darkly. Very nice

  • Poetic Licence

    A sense of darkness and a struggle with inner thoughts, that they battling on their own, nicely written and expressed



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