Broken
Battered Bruised I throw myself at your alter begging for reprieve searching for acknowledgement of what I used to be A dog at master's table Seeking scraps of meat Wearing uncertainty - a scarlet letter Veiled in anguish And the desolation of deceit. Bruised Battered Broken Dancing barefoot shards of glass Sleeping bed of razors Dining rusty nails Patiently Quietly Waiting Master's merciful release And though I cannot stop for death I pray it sets me free.
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