Entrapped in my Sins
Darkness surrounds me
Literature embraces me
Food enslaves me
I am nothing
I have nothing
A crack
Light seeps in
Fear chockes my heart
I want to
Memories flood my mind
But I can't
I turn my back to the light
A hand comes towards me
Outstrecthed
Waiting
My hands entertwines with the hand
The hand tells me stories
Of promises and love
Laughter and respect
But, I must give the hand my all
So, I did.
The hand gave me a book
It had a cross and read,
The Holy Bible
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