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  • Writer's pictureHayden Purcell

Tragedy (A Poem)

Creep under my skin again

And bleed me with your sinners eyes

Your purity a lie of consequence denied

Strip my flesh to hang tender

Amongst hooks of iron, pierced to rust

Wishful thinking never yields

When luck is emptied, ego scorned

Motion keeps this beast only a single step behind

One day I'll exhaust

And in my wake

Leave a mourners tale to sing the downfall

Of a tragedy forever unfinished


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