pig stye Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

a-tisket, a-tasket,

stuck in here in my own casket—

not too short, not all that high—

and yet I can’t seem to cry.

oh my?—what was said?—die?!

why not mask it with this lie:

i was born with wings—can fly—

this coffin...um...bed and I.

let the oldest of scabs lie

or scars will appear if you try

to pick them—don’t dare ask why.

can anyone see inside my

tortured, emotion-stained pig stye?

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 6, 2025.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: December 6th, 2025 10:21
Comment from author about the poem: I’m now published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
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