Bleeding

As I lay bleeding from inside, they walk all over me 
Their footprints locked in my blood’s captivity .

My hands are empty, I have lost all my words 
The pages in my book whisper, their screams go unheard. 

I can no longer see or feel my dreams 
still, my dreams reach out to me , give me self esteem. 

Dreams taken from me, lost along the way 
I still feel them, I know they won’t betray.

I cling to my quill and feel it’s comfort 
when I scribe, my thoughts are comfortably versed. 

I will not let the ink dry on my soul 
my subconscious hope will always console. 

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