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Sometimes I get the feeling

No one’s watching over me

Pulled back; my skin is peeling

 Yet it cannot set me free.

You cannot keep me from reeling

At the sights I’ve shown to thee

Closed up-the deal is sealing

And I’m sure I’ve lost the key.

But now for my departure

I will not forget the land

That which hath brought me torture

And the taste on my tongue bland.

I admit that I’m not mature

But that shouldn’t keep me banned

This path I walk is a lure

Unloved is my brand.

I still haven’t found a priest

Deep it is my cut

Alliances say that I must feast

Don’t hear my protest: but . . .

It is then, I hear the beast

Worry fills my gut

He is why my heart has ceased

Run out hath my luck.

 - Sophia Stone

Books

The silent sanctuary

Where all noise is blocked out

You are separated from the world

You embrace another’s life

As though it is your own

Anger

Happiness

But

When you turn that last page

You may not feel satisfied

But there is always

Another door

You just have

To open it

- MW