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Broken Box

 
Have you ever hung in a pile of trash  
Have you ever slept next to your Mother’s ash  
Or died in a room that haunts  
Whilst terrorised by such unkempt thoughts  
 
I have lived in hollows bare  
And empty shells of past  
Piggy-backed on those who care  
To make any sordid lie last  
 
There is no line nor word-  
No syllable or rhyme,  
That can ever expunge  
my rancid hate and crime  
 
Locked in these walls  
Field and death heads combine  
I always wish for erasure  
A life led half held and divine  
 
My sister will never know me  
Nor will my brothers here  
I saw the grave at age thirteen  
I saw the pain in us, the fear  
 
Metal stepladders, I'm here-  
You can take me to my fate  
These greens, this field, this foe  
Will end my pain and suffering-
equate.
Written by TheFutureEmbrace
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