The Darkest Closet
The Darkest Closet
A stone went unturned, the message was lost
Infuriating The Nemesis in multiple ways
In the darkness of a closet violently tossed
Locked doors, no food, lost track of days
The message forgot, but was it missed
Time for another silent, cold, cruel prayer
Still in the shadows of the closets darkness
Smelling the cruelty of my keepers hair
01/16/17
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2017
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