Poetry

Rachel-erika Henderson


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9 december 2011

Loves slave

I built this wet blind cave
In which to dwell
Some call it artistic
I
call it burning hell

It taints my skin
My minds a race
My thoughts
don't still
Stuck in this place

I wait silently
In the scratching
grass
For my peace to come
For this nightmare to pass

I have felt
the claws
Pain I can't let others see
Will this ever pass
Or last an
eternity

The most beautiful creation
Bought me to this doom
The
spell of love
Like a witches broom

My heart fell darkly deep
Into
loves black ocean
kissed by aphrodiate
Like an evil potion

I wait
for my pain to subside
Wait in my wet blind cave
Next time Love visits
me
I shall not become It's slave






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