Wanted runs tirelessly
For nothing more than the drop of a coin.
But once he found himself
Under the notes' sweet cascade,
Long-held hopes of tall oaks fade;
Their sounds washed over his ears.
Being himself was never enough,
And the loss was something great.
Socked by constant reminders
Of things not to wait for.
So they take him away
If just for the lifespan
Of a matador.
And he imagines their tones
Crying on the river banks,
Drying in the sun,
Eaten with a glass of wine.
The past’s hard shrapnel
Took more than his life,
And he died every day
At the hands of a whore.
Yet finally,
He swam to the edge of his realm,
Willing the earth to rush to his feet.
And as every cell fell apart
He climbed around the world.
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Submission Name: Wanted
