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
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