Bound by memories

Cutting my skin

Smothered by emotions

Struggling to breathe

Reward for deeds, heartfelt and true

Armoured protection

Faded from view

Solitary stance

Lonely and blue

Sacrificial asset

Discarded and spent

Attributes exhausted

Time to repent



Hissing words tormented his ears

Provocative glances lay him bare

A huddle of judges, whispered their sentence

“String the fool up, high into the air”

No mourners witnessed his execution

Nobody to waste a tear

Unmarked grave unattended

Year after year after year


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