Staken
Where have all the heroes gone?
To save a life we need a soul,
to save a world we need a life.
We won't have to flee again from what-
former fractures fear to crack.
Twitchy limbs try to fight.
For what it's worth.
What's it worth but fright of freedom?
Without a hero, without a soul.
Former fractures fear to crack.
We're better off without.
We're better off like this.
To forget that what we miss.
We're better off like this.
15:32 27/12/16
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The Puppeteer's Playground
PoetryWhere the hands have taken over, the place we're calling home. Poems about what matters and what doesn't, to whoever and whatever. Poetry book ||| Cover by me
