Grandeur Of Melancholy

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Warden Of Leaves

Rundowns as always
what is it you asking
of who is in charge.
When it comes down
to the person who holds
the keys.

It is me. 

Why when you hurt yourself
on what you are in charge of
protecting?

It is me.

Why can't I stay this way.
Is it my time to pay?
Maybe you can get a glimpse
of what you see through bars.

But at least try to
be the freed prisoner
and not the warden of leaves.

He is not even there.