Where's My Fiend? Poem by Sadman Nehal
Where's My Fiend?
I question with wrath—
My friend, where's my fiend?
'Buried alive, ' he said, walking by the path.
Rushed I pulled by the collar,
'Where's my fiend? ! ' I was ready with a roller.
'Why do you care? ' he asked with no fear.
She was there when none stayed, she's my dear.
'A literal murderer, your dear? ' he laughed.
'Answer my friend, where's my fiend? ' I glared.
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