Lamb
I am your lamb... Lost in a pasture.Bleeding the love for you that I can never show.
They strip me of my wool, leaving me naked.
Words like "hate" and "deceive" are carved into
my pink skin.
I walk past the horses
that shake their heads in shame
at the site of a bloodied lamb
with no name,
no purpose.
Until one day
the farmer grows hungry.
He takes me to a big wooden shed,
and I see the silhouettes and carcasses hanging
from rusted hooks
screwed into the ceiling.
With my last breath,
I confessed
that the lamb I was
couldn't be more than
a lamb lost in a pasture...
Searching for someone
that will accept me for who I am.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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