Liberation

When I sleep in my bed

I take a good time to find comfort

In my whirling, dark thoughts. 

Am I this bad?

Why have you blinded me?

 

Now I understand

I was incorrect

I see you standing like a snake,

Ready to strike the innocent prey

Forked tongue replaced by your whip

When will the tears cease to flow?

Where does the real wound hurt the most?

 

No blessing would be greater

Than to be touched by your shadow

In this world of darkness where I live.

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