Shying People by Christopher ShinI hear the chanting
like a broken spell.
I duck my head down
as my black strands
engulfs my face.
My eyes swim through
the waves of people.
As they break
any redemption.
I grab the only
hope I have left
like a shield,
but the dagger like
tongues stab
all the protection.
So I bleed and
fall as everyone
has a turn.
And maybe I'm the
innocent in this world,
but more then likely
I'm the one with
a crimson blade.
12/24/2009 Posted on 12/24/2009 Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
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