I gripped the sad movie-
a lonesome, desperate grip
begging that it falters
to provide me with pain
trigger my ever-breaking
everlasting schemes
Do I have to call it hunger
or call it desperate
is it wanting, exalting
or just a basic clique?
is my wish of free-falling
just pitiful and bleak?
I try to summon tears, agony,
or the of fear pain?
maybe glory just any- kind
to feel in this hollow-like pattern
it suffocated me
c r u c i a t u s
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Poetic Intersections
PoetryHello, poetry. If you ever visit the website called Hello Poetry, then most of my finished work is published in there, I will leave the link below, https://hellopoetry.com/defeatedsuperhero
