Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on June 5th of 2019. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account once a week for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.
Isn’t it odd just how embarrassing this is?
Isn’t it lovely what the captain has hid?
What awaits us with the floor in the wall?
What’s a stake when the blood baron has it all?
Nothing to lose but nothing to gain.
Nothing at all but torturous pain.
Unforgiving cold, serious fire.
Solid ground made of razor wire.
Painful admiration of the past.
Fearful dread of the future.
Nothing of the future, nothing inside or out.
Nothing, nothing at all.
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