Who am I?
Knocking on the …
Devil’s door?
Angel with –
Damaged wings –
Piggy in the middle –
Wearing my grandmother’s slippers –
Playing –Tit for Tat –
Or am I merely…
the prisoner –
Gagged and bound –
Pinned up against the wall?
Screaming out –
for Salvation –
Who am I?
Tearing at the –
Earth…with..
Broken nails –
Searching for truth –
Beneath the shallow..
The hollowness –
Inside my head –
I believe –
in Humanity –
Rise above –
The insanity –
Peace and Love and Truth –
I am unable to speak –
My lips have been–
tightly sewn together –
I have no voice –
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Great tearing away at everything, Leanne, especially that first half. Desperate!