Then Don'T Take Me
They are hoarding my soul, not making me better!
On these walls, I carve a letter.
My vision is wispy.
I hope their punishment will miss me.
As I corner myself.
I am tethered, this doesn’t help!
As they remind me that I have no possessions.
My fear undergoes a resurrection.
They act as if my mourning is a burden.
Then they shouldn’t have abducted me and placed me behind a curtain!
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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