Treasure Island

Casandra Vice


Empty.


Disappointment in-bedded on their faces,
The pain,
The hurt,
The truth of it all.

I became to him as I was to her,
A mistake in the making,
To barley be looked at,
Cuts and burns,
Tears and darkness surrounded me,
Swallowed me up into the sea,
Only to leave me empty handed.

Submitted: Monday, October 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 25, 2013

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