Roleplay

Cold and naked in the rain

All these people watching

Our shame, our frustration

The spectator are not the hero of the day

A perverted form of entertainment to see

Other people being humiliated

I do not want to be that sad child

Anymore

That role is not for me

My role is more to watch

The leaf changing color

In the late autumn

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I am who I was when I wrote this text but I do not know if I exist now. I am from Scandinavia where the arctic starts and the world ends.

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Posted in Autumn, metamorphosis, Poem, Poems, Poetry, Shame, time

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