Claimed
Death,
Called to me… before
Life,
…Ever had a chance
And..
…Left its mark on me.
Claiming my soul as its own
Snuffing that glorious spark
That never grew.
Leaving nothing left
For this world
But a hollow vessel
That this world
Has filled with sorrow.
Copyright © Amanda Brown | Year Posted 2015
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