Monday, June 4, 2018

Painted Walls

This chair where I sit
Painted walls inked in rage
Awash in blue and grey
I am windowless
No glass to wrench my gaze
Emptiness, bereft days
Stained soul and chance game
Torn mattress where I lay
False idols beg my Faith
A vessel of water
Broken glass my blood splayed
Soulless eyes mirror inside
Unshackled my restraint
Drops of pure red rain
For to wash free my pain
Her final resting place
Lost sheep is far from grace

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