Wounded
I lay an open book
Come and take a look
See what caused these burns
See why the page won’t turn
My mind an open stage
The actors play in rage
Clenching fists and crying out
“We have no lines!”
“We are without!”
My soul a fertile creek
Now has sprung a leak
A place to bring relief
Now mistrust and grief
My heart a compass guide
Pointed south in lie
My true north has failed
My ship has lost its sail
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