the dark cocoon

lonely bed, in lonely room

a bitter nest to lay,

cold, harsh air, dry and still

where i once knelt to pray.

sit with knees drawn to my chest

hands wrapped tight to still

the longing of a wounded heart

wound tight ’round loves free will



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