Me as a Claypot

January 17, 2015

Change me now

Lay me down

As soon as I bow,

You look at me with a frown

Please don't use me

Order me out

Tame me and make me shout

Cover my insides

Let it be well hidden

At once all resides

Yet this forbidding

Place tortures my mind

Over the extreme

Torn and shattered as I scream

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