Summary

This is a poem about people who are suffering but we never go to help them and just feel sad after it is too late

Drippings never heard

Rain,

But scarlet,

The pain,

A thorny part-let,

The spirits,

Call,

When in the void,

They fall,

The world,

Doesn’t feel it,

The pain,

Nobody steals it,

Curse,

Not magic,

Jealousy,

And tragic

Down,

They face,

To the dark light,

They race

A candle,

Shines,

But their devil’s

Shrine,

We give,

Our hand,

But they have,

Already fallen,

Their prisms,

Shone,

In an absence,

Unknown,

In an absence,

Unknown...

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