Colosseum

by Arran James

greedy with pain
horde it
don’t let it out
or share it
it’s an exquisite
refinery
for the butchering
of souls
i don’t look on
refused a place
among the mourners
i turn to leave
the Colosseum
but can’t
walk away;
this race is composed
of masochists
unable and unwilling
to make
their own
happiness

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