Shadows
Feeling a twinge of wretchedness
From my ugly past.
I was plagued by misery and
treated like old dirty trash.
While existing in a dark cage in
my own afflicted mind.
Despair, disgust and fear was
not hard to find.
Lost, as stygian shadows crawl
upon my soul.
Only a pretender as I played my
role.
Copyright © Belinda Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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