Lost and Found
I can't feel the bruises being formed anymore;
It feels as though he will never be finished,
but he knows I can take no more,
lying on the floor completely diminished.
I look at the stranger in the mirror,
hating the only things I can see.
If only my sight and mind were clearer...
maybe I would know what i should be.
Going back to the hell I once called home...
nothing seems to help, nothing can heal...
standing straight and still aas a gnome,
I begin to let myself and my shell peel....
Shedding off all the pain of Hell,
I no longer await the sweet sound, the chiming bell....
Copyright © Taylor Rusch | Year Posted 2012
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