The lost chapters
The lost chapters
I am raw with jagged edges
A figment of chaos amidst the creek
Strewn across the twisted meadows
Where the bold wither against the meek.
I am cut with strings of solace
A piece of calmness amidst the storm
Bent in shapes of twisted glasswork
The whole a framework about to form.
I am lost with inked out pathways
Naught but wander amidst the found
Scared to open twisted doorframes
Where the memory has lost its ground.
I am small amongst the giants
A child without a childhood spent
Pushed into a glass container
Bruised and most severely bent.
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