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In Respect of Your Tragedy

On a Fleece That Left Sat upon Once a Tree

By TestPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Trials of stressed life

A sleek black veil come over me,

A pale blue-grey linen covers not,

Only a soaked chin from a blind rage

never stops.

Submissions were the only thing hold us,

Knowing what my heart needed yet my mind

was the one wanted none.

Of all things strange and unknown I face all

these who will always judge me not of what;

really happens closed doors,

only the deeds I have done to my loged ones.

So please stigmatize, stereotype, and give me all that

prejudices all you greeks unto a foreign beauty;

I will hold for now,

In the end I know,

When he comes back,

I will have my happiness and my laughter.

Telling me that Ocean has more importance than

our family.

😭😭😭🎭🎭🎭😭😭😭

Based on the character:

Medea from Jason and the Argonauts saga.

sad poetry
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