Amazingly enough, I feel most creative when I'm sick. This is what spewed out of me (pardon the pun) yesterday when I wasn't feeling so well.
Excommunicated
mocked by Man who made me
forced far from the fold
bearing the Burden I wouldn't be
melted to match Man's mold
held hostage outside Home's hell
begging back for the burn
writing words, lies We knew well
"please, I promise I'll learn!"
there is so peace in the trial
for it can't take back Our youth
it'll eat You for more than awhile
this burden I bare: Truth.
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