Homemade Barrel
By myself in a room as cold as a prison cell
Where has my baby gone? There's no way to tell
Lost full of shame, violence, and pride
But no one sees our worlds collide
Too much sin to finally escape
To save mine and ours ~ for our God's sake
Lined in a row bit by bit this world falls
For he's lost in my mind ~ not hearing his calls
Frantically jumping dodging for my life
Blood pumping thick ~ uncontrolled fright
Locked away and lost in my own despairs
Because lately I've been feeling no one really cares
So drowning in my sorrow frost over my heart
Dying quickly inside because we're apart
Silently crying salty tears of this life
Can't get over all the past pain and strife
Confused running blankly in circles of rage
Wondering why no one can relate on the same page
Scared inside for starting a life of my own
Drowning myself in words and poetry ~ working like a drone
Still very old pain creeps up and it haunts
Typing my life in Literature ~ thousands of fonts
Black and Blue, red, green and pink
Re~capturing my pieces that were sailed set to sink
But I didn't let him hurt me anymore when I won
I got tired of looking down the homemade barrel of that gun
Copyright © Holly Knoles | Year Posted 2011
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