Call of the Black Man (A. Frost).
I could have Sworn this was it
Left in the Pit
Rotten
Stinking like Shit
But it wasn’t.
And so i left
Jesters and Trixters
Pointed elbows to the chest
Brushed my shoulders off
And started the next Journey
All by Myself
No Carriage, No Gurney
Step after Step
Chasing after Courage
Left with little Meaning
Just Judge, Jury, and Executioner.
~~ A. Frost c.2015
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