Instead of Flames
Swaddled in covers once again,
He is not allowed to feel pain,
Remorse or any feelings of sadness,
Instead,
He receives Spokenword of words,
False eves and hurting sprayings,
I am not allowed to feel pain,
Nor am I to feel shunned,
I rest my head tonight in tears,
Tonight my pillow will be wet,
Instead of in flames.
Copyright © Mourning Mist | Year Posted 2011
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