Lesson 27
I am a monster as I’m made.I am a monster and I’ve built graves
filled with some corpses I don’t remember
yet I pray for them all the same.
I am an inbred, bastard child
who breaks toys and playmates, all the while
bemoans the making of loneliness
that presents itself in a crooked smile.
I am monster, inhuman, yet
fancy myself some angel torn
from heaven. Forgive me my madness.
It’s the only boon since I was born.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-03 at 10:22
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