Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Ships and Bottles-by me

Her shadowed face spoke legions,
And I knew that her fate wrote much deeper
This sheltered child
Unknown eyes
Her skin's lace had been thrown

Understatement was her travesty
And nobody could fathom it's depth
Her broken home
And wild soul
The iron chest holding her tome

History marred by her experience
And I see her ship is sinking
Screaming rage
Untold pain
The foundation of life has been shaken

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