Poem: Hang Man

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Poem: Hang Man

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Poem: Hang Man

Hang Man I’m hungry, No,  Your not, Yes,  you are, What?  I don’t know anymore, This feeling of hunger, Is starving me, Why won’t I allow myself to eat?  I’m getting angry and tired, Repulsive and withered, My flesh is falling off the bone.  My head is tied up, Hanging on its last thoughts, I sway as the wind blows.  And as the crowd’s cackle, The bewitching hour, Draws to a close, I’m merely one of many, Hanging in a row.   