I saw one withered creature
begging for an extra soul.
After-all he had spent
fixing damaged hearts
I saw one, without hands and yet he managed to play
the only game he ever knew
and so he begged
his life away.
I saw one withered creature
begging for an extra soul.
After-all he had spent
fixing damaged hearts
I saw one, without hands and yet he managed to play
the only game he ever knew
and so he begged
his life away.
5 responses to “Judgement Day (10) Napowrimo”
How sad.
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Beautifully sad. Nice poem.
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thank you Kiana Donae ,
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The ability to adapt is amazing! Bless you.
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indeed we all must
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