Martyr Me Master

martyr me master

Gypsy was a tormented soul
prisoner of the beast below
in haste she X'd a sacred scroll
the flame who traps in hollow light
rose from doom now we assume
less pain = more delight
so you see it's the thieves
who medicate stealing the lives
as they try to kill
me the mentally ill
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.

Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace