Artwork: The Island - Thylacine - Walton Ford, date unknown
my hands
are tied;
am bound
in chains
dragged
to parts
unknown
like a
lamb
to the
slaughter
my spirit
broken,
my heart
in shreds;
nothing
to live
for,
nothing
to die
for.
nothing
is left
for me.
muzzled,
silenced,
beaten,
hated,
spat upon
with savage
vituperation
from all
sides -
reviled
by all
who know -
or knew -
me best.
maybe
in death
i will
find
peace.
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