Drew my sword but the battle we lost already
Spared your soul, yet my heel you struck
Asked for mercy, my voice lost in the numbers
Held your cloak and kissed your feet
No amount of flattery bought your audience, let alone your brick stone heart
Have you no emotion?
Croaking in the darkness
Wailing in the silence
As though you respect anyone
Even I, I am in disregard
So now I plead, I beg humbly
Death please pass us by.
-AR🌸
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Debris:A Collection Of Poems
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