Once Again he began screaming perpetually "help me!".
But no one helps 'vile sinners'.
No one cares about those who are tightly chained up with false accusations; painted black to resemble the devil so they receive no pity. Who will save these innocent monsters?
Deemed a vile liar, the world turned against him, crushing his soul and spirit.
He despised himself.
Silenced and defeated he remained whilst his heart eat itself up.
No one cares about 'vile sinners'.
He remained locked up like a wild animal for a crime his eyes never witnessed.
'What's the point of being alive?'
Questions haunts their violently troubled mind every second of everyday.
He's a monster, he's a monster the reporters pointed fingers, they're too quick, too quick to slander to get their wages.
A now grey man curls up in the same position, his weak knees pulled tightly towards his chest by trembling hands, it's been years. Now he fears himself, and everything around him.
He fears whole world.
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Peeling clementine
PoetryThis is a collection of poems I've written this year. I wrote most of them at night, whilst the rest of the world was fast asleep. At night my brain seems to be more active, it's when I start to question everything. In this book you'll find themes s...
