
i sit here—cry—
not that i wonder
why?
hunted—will i be saved—
i won’t play a lyre
while affixed to
a pyre.
what can really be said?
what can i do
but sit here and
wait?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
Poet | Mystic | Existential Voice | Human with a haunted halo
Tristan Robert Lange is a poet whose work blends existential depth, gothic imagery, and spiritual subtext. This site is home to their published poems, reflections, and creative journey.

i sit here—cry—
not that i wonder
why?
hunted—will i be saved—
i won’t play a lyre
while affixed to
a pyre.
what can really be said?
what can i do
but sit here and
wait?
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Tittu
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