Outcast Within
Bleeding away forced confessions
And unheard truths
With strabismus eyes
I see Clarity
Dressed in slits from
Morning’s curtain
Devoured by the bitter groans
Of darkness fed despair
I watch the serfs
Tortuous and mind washed
Stone the window
Branding Tears upon my heart
Secreted away
A moat of hope
Remains
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©Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music
A Literary Artist's Music 
Beautiful… in the solemnest way.
Thank you for the lovely comment. It has given me the opportunity to explore your world. 🙂
Best Wishes,
~angie
You have such a lovely face; I thought I saw a fabulous story hidden in your eyes! I was right!
Thank you, kzackuslheureux. I think we all have a fabulous story; we just have to find our own way of telling it. Yours is very inspiring-looking forward to reading more! 🙂
“…Of darkness fed despair…Stone the window…”
Dear Angela, one of the pleasures of reading you is, the uniqueness of your presentations such as the phrases above. Now, this is creativity, I reckon 🙂
Thank you, Eric.
I enjoy reading your comments.
You always pick up on the little things!
🙂
Beautiful words…I look forward to see more:-)
Thankyou, Anne. I am very excited you dropped in. You have an incredible blog that is full of inspiration. Looking forward to seeing more of your work.
Best Wishes
~angie
Thank you! So it’s good for both of us, don’t you just love that:-) !
Wishing you a wonderful day Angie!
Beautiful poem … I love the lines “Dressed in slits from / Morning’s curtain”. 🙂
Thank you, Pia.
Happy you stopped for a visit.
Best Wishes
~angie
Truly lovely. I enjoy reading your work!
Wonderful to hear from you! Will be by to taken in more of your blog. So talented ! 🙂