Delixebot
Delixebot
I can’t say this will be a last poem
To you and yours
Although I
Wish I could
The darkness of our shadow
Too much to get out from under.
How did it get to here?
Every one of our kind.
The caste of absence of light
The caste of a day we wasted
A mold of what we hate
About each other
And ourselves
Hurt and humility.
Anger and arrogance.
A mold to be broken
To caste no more
To be casted away
To be
Exiled
In pain.
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