To Find It
Words etched within my soul
And erased from my heart
Round and round they do go
When they finish they start
Memories, beads of sweat on brow
Dry, parched mouth, can’t keep shut
Flood gates open, I’m sweating now
Dragging the blade, it doth cut
Eviscerate my lonely parts
For emptiness rules here
My head and heart split apart
I lost my true love dear
All that’s left is a small insect
To find it now you must dissect
Copyright © Andrea Travis | Year Posted 2013
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