Man
To be born in the eye of man; yet to not be seen by the ones who claim they are Gods.
Who am I when man is finally seen by the gods, and they take back everything they lost.
Alone in melancholy, mourning my death, and not their loss.
Copyright © Caz Leroy | Year Posted 2024
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