In the Meadow
Empty and hollow...
Mother who said I was never good enough
Those that stood there, snickering, as I wallowed in the mud
Father who took every sin I ever sinned and chewed it like cud
Empty and hollow...
Sister who used me like a crutch
Friends that pushed me under the bus
Brother who hugged me once and called it love
Empty and hollow...
But it turns out I was wrong all along
No one is ever truly, empty and hollow
For I found out once...
... and what I found was blood
Entered into the In The Meadow Contest
Hosted by Dana'lynn Smith
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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