Only hope can end this war
that's been lit, here in my head
To find what I've been looking for
outside these walls of dread.
*
Before the pages yellow
and the books are thrown away
When in self-pity, wallow
wasted years, as fragile clay
*
May I find the cherished wisdom
men of old, fought to acquire
The fortune of the kingdom
forged and fitted, by the fire
*
Held apart from those more common
as a tool to rule and reign
The cost of feast or famine
the eager growth that comes from pain
*
To escape these bars of memory
inside my flesh and bone
a battle with the sensory
from a heart, turned into stone
*
The beats are getting weaker
as the moss begins to grow
The heart an open bleeder
for the ones that hoe the road
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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