He Yearns For My Face Poem by Xtopher Ortwine
He Yearns For My Face
My eyes my eyes
Where are my eyes
My ears my ears
Why cant I hear
My legs my legs
Why can't I steer
These flames these flames
Torture me scared
These chains these chains
Hold on like gear
These limbs these limbs
Hang from my skin
This place this place
Burns the air
These demons these demons
Yearn for a taste
He rises he rises
Tears off my face
Now stuck in this place
Without my face
I can not see
I can not steer
I can not breeth
I can not hear
Stuck in this place
Forever without taste
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4/25/2024 4:00:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is sad. He lost his face. what I find interesting, is the actual theme for this poem, from the burn he sustains and the unbearable torture you narrate. It all builds up so nicely. Good assembly of words. Good job