The Beast
Its locked in a box
Its filled with every emotion that someone
can hide
The key is lost
It was consumed and is now in the belly of
a beast
It cannot be slayed
He will not be tricked by the games that
are played
He lost his heart
It was taken and ripped apart right before
his eyes
The pieces were collected
They were put back together with anger
and distrust
Now locked in this box
Feelings are now separated from the heart
and mind
Copyright © M. E. Hathcock | Year Posted 2012
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