The Ghost of Rimbaud
If I'd been embraced
I wouldn't write like I do;
I would feel loved.
I'd be complacent like you.
But that's not my fate.
I am burned in the fire
and when you ignore me
the flames keep burning higher.
So please, by all means continue,
leave me alone.
Go ahead. Watch me.
Watch me burn down to the bone.
Copyright © Stanfield Major | Year Posted 2021
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