Once
The doors are locked
windows too
guard's are firmly in place
no-one can get in, not even YOU.
Innocence once lived inside the guarded space
Trust and laughter as well
now it's a dead wasteland
With anger, mistrust, burning hotter then hell
A caring kind heart
once had you
Now it's an empty space
guarded, hard, hollow and blue.
8/4/19
Poetry by liz munro
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Written on 2019-04-08 at 02:58
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