
My only sun is broken
Its fire turned direction
And I- but a forest deep
Its depravity burns harsh
Its salvation all dried up
And my moon, out of site
Much like a rat’s wheel
My world still churns
For its own amusement
And I- merely a puppet
The courts seek victims
So, the jesters can play
And all the judges laugh
This was my…life stage
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Poet of the Light © 2022