My incarceration.
I curse the gods
for drawing me unforgivably deformed
locked in a shadow life,
shunning the sun.
What HORROR when I walk out,
The THUD, THUD, THUD
of swooning birds marvelling at my visage.
It's so hard being this hansom.
At least I have solace
from forum friends
who understand
as they suffer so similarly.
I curse the gods
for drawing me unforgivably deformed
locked in a shadow life,
shunning the sun.
What HORROR when I walk out,
The THUD, THUD, THUD
of swooning birds marvelling at my visage.
It's so hard being this hansom.
At least I have solace
from forum friends
who understand
as they suffer so similarly.
