Coccoon
Safe and shielded from the pictures of pain
safe from the words that cut
safe because i dont see them
i live in this coccoon
where blindness becomes a weapon
in the war against his presence
this coccoon shall be my home
until the day her love gives me wings once more
he will be slain by the sword
of non-recognition
Copyright © David Lustrup | Year Posted 2017
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