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



©Angela Trumble 2012 A Literary Artist’s Music