- This demon, without reason,
- This cold but warmth with no season or no cause,
- So thus, I pause,
- I fumble,
- They applause as I stumble,
- Thus, They humble my tone,
- They mumble "he must be alone"
- They see that he's un sewn down to thread,
- They dont realize that I'm consumed in dread,
- They've assumed I'm better suited dead than alive,
- Thus, They dont care if he's alive,
- They dont care to see him strive above,
- Thus, They refuse him love,
- They abuse him because of,
- They accuse him because of,
- They're amused of his pain,
- They've doomed and set him with nothing to gain,
- Thus, His blood stain shall remain,
- His vain's blood is bled in vane,
- Thus he's numb like Novocain,
- Thus he is not from us nor is he plain,
- No, he is not us,
- Yes, he is from pain
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Author:
XXX (Pseudonym) (
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Published:
July 7th, 2017 00:40
- Comment from author about the poem: Personally describes how alone I felt and how much faith I lost in humanity when I was homeless and how people would treat me like nothing even though I had and still have nothing.
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I admire your courage as conveyed in this poem, XXX.
If I may make a request of you ... I have a condition which makes my brain spin out when encountering chaos, which bunching your lines together represents to me. I could read your work better, and more often, with a space between the lines. Thanks for considering.
I wish I could edit it, but unfortunately I use my phone to write these and I can't get spaces in between on this site. But thank you very much
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