THE STAINS
I've got stains covering my body
from ancient times, the past.
The shame and guilt within me
are devastating me fast.
The stains are filled with images
from a land where I once lived.
The heart of this land was captured
but it has to be retrieved.
How do you tell a person
about the stains, the rage?
Can someone possibly understand
what it's like down in the cage?
Images of red, sore eyes
that follow you in the dark.
Tales of desertion and lies
that suffocates the slightest spark.
I need to clear my body,
nuc it if you must!
The stains are restraining me,
I need to be able to trust.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-09-22 at 17:10
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