Hide
Where do I hide? Hide from this evil within me
like a volcan of digust and shame as it is ready to exlode
Do I hide in poison? Poison that drowns me
time and time again; but I rise out of the rocky dirt
as a dead black rose that pricks my blood that is
filled with anger.
Do I hide on a park bench? A bench that wraps its
metal leg around my broken and bruised body.
Do I hide in the land of the dead, as they sleep peacefully?
I wish it were me. I sleep in the corner of the land, by an evi
tree that bears its branches of snakes and thorns.
There is no where for me to hide, but in disgust and evil
within my Soul. I just want to leave and hide in a small cave
that only a mouse can hide; but, nonetheles, I am surrounded
with hopelessness that pierces my Soul like a curved sword
with evil teeth that devour my Soul.
Help me, someone! I wish I had a Soul that can save me and bury
me in that small cave and stay with me and comfort me until this everlastig and eternal
dream.
Copyright © Bernadette Ignaciuk | Year Posted 2010
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