Done

#creative writing, #poetry

I feel used

abused

broken

before I even had a voice

I let them trample about my soul

because it only knows quiet

and the shade of larger trees

I am the silent thinker

whose heart remains unbound

You cannot sense the weight and force

of this magnet that reels in

every horrible thing

you have to say

(or don’t say)

Words are wrapped in pristine paper

hiding what I

have the sight to see

Invisible gift wrap

addressed to me

or is this all

illusion?

 

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