Monday, December 15, 2008

Molded Clay

A lifeless lump of clay,
Molded by what others say,
Shaped and carved, then forgotten,
Self worth a value left for rotten,
Become what others need,
No one can see the real me,
Lost amongst the gray…
Conforming at will, molded clay,
No thoughts of your own,
Home allows only darkness to reside,
Pent anger, forgotten dreams locked inside,
Escape hard, peeling layers of pain aside,
Naked truth, easier to comply, withstand the lies,
Then try, release buried Angel’s soul,
Her flight would make me whole….

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