Trapped Soul in the Painted Canvas
Once there was a soul
Adhered to a wall
No longer part of he.
So he set himself free.
A world behind the curtains
Welcomed him with glee
With open fangs and menace
And closed hands, with folds
He went back to the wall
Where they said he belonged.
Put a struggle to fit the hole
He once left behind.
Though it was in vain.
As the hole, no longer described him
Nor the shadow, he once was.
As a sore thumb, he stood exposed
Wounded and out of place.
He now belonged
To nowhere
Where he felt welcomed
As his peer
Once had warned.
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