The Burning Feet Poem by Madrason .
The Burning Feet
Rating: ★5.0
Killing time with verse as rhymes disperse
while the beat meets you on every corner of the street
trying to stay on my feet and comprehend
what's there to understand by willingly killing me
I'm not mad but I think I'm just about always ahead of sad. M
Monday, March 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: homelessness
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5/13/2024 4:58:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I'm not mad but I think I'm just about always ahead of sad That's one of the best lines I've ever read,100 percent truth on human condition