A Poem by CrimsonHints

Oh great, holy one,
I bow to kiss your feet.
And in the dust, I stay here,
Not daring our eyes to meet.

Oh great, oh high one,
I'm not enough for you to see.
And in the dust, I stay here,
In the dust I'll be.

Here I braid your ego,
I oil every thread.
Cold machine clockwork,
Sits in your chest instead.

And there's nothing I can do,
For you will never change.
Doomed to die in the dust,
Destined to be insane.

© 2016 CrimsonHints

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Added on May 21, 2015
Last Updated on February 16, 2016
Tags: poem, poetry, heartless, machine, clockwork, dust, holy one