Ebony Sweet Feet

Look at the black trees
Peer through the bars
See my disease

Spiked cloves of grass
Mutated pansies
Willows of glass

Green thumb, black thumb
sowing needles
Would you like some?

They call me ebony sweet feet
Not for the shoes I wear
but the people I eat

Pale gnomes painted black
My favorite snack

Seeking eye
I am sore
I must die

All are bound to my fate
no more ethics of metaphysics
Love is what I hate

Hopefully none read these words of my gate,
please escape my fate,
grab me hold me take me away,
destiny is a lie unless it means to die,
yet I still say farewell even though nobody fares well

poem by Wandering Scarlet
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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