Skeletons
There are skeletons
Deeply put away
Ten feet under
In a grave of pain
Where people are afraid
I find bliss
In the dark, cold, black
Of loneliness
I feel it a centimeter in
As the blood pours out
And no one knows
What I’m pizzed off about
The private places
That have been touched
Left a scar
And a constant rush
The memories that haunt me
Wont ever be shown
As I find love and faith
In all the unknown
Copyright © Stacy Day | Year Posted 2011
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