Black Box
Stripped of all that I've owned.
Bound, waiting to be stoned.
Memories come to me so dearly.
Disappointments come to me so clearly.
All that remains are my tears.
No one can take this away.
Chained by all of my fears.
Blinded, I will never see,
Their faces as they laugh at me.
Spirit broken into shards.
Cry out, as they hit me hard.
No one can take this away.
Copyright © Angel Garcia | Year Posted 2016
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