I’m branded a name that has left me abandoned.
For what life has crayoned still tastes of salt.
And the fault can’t be pinned on any one person.
So the assertion of guilt merely quilts such device.
And the price must be paid and redemption is made.
By singing apologetic tones and exemplifying the meaning of home.
But when left alone, “family” is not, no matter the number that you think you’ve got.
So as I sing such a Christmas of carols, I smile down the barrel which my own blood has to load,
What a road my life has bestowed to erode in the grave yard, beside a still corpse,
The course I have followed has swallowed the hope and too cope I must make some of my own.
A contest entry
- feeling just a little unloved. by written-in-ink.
700 points, ended January 24, 17 entries
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Comments
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this is intense
i liked
very well written
thank you so much for entering my contest
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