Apotropaic
A Poem
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic
Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous
Happiness taunts us
As our ego haunts us
A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
Considered a dunce
Just wishing to be understood, just once
But few do
Just the green faced man, the child rebel, and the little one
Drifting through the universe on the curse of being everywhere and nowhere
At all times
Slipping in and out of time
A mind is a terrible thing to waste
No
Sentience is pain
Give me something to ward off this evil
The lash of Lucifer
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