FOR SALE
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Who put me here?
I’m for sale but I’m too deer
Not worth the price tag
I may as well be put in a bag
A locked cupboard out of the way
Will anyone come for
me one fine day?
It’s as though no one can see me
I look at them
But they see through me
I’m a ghost to them
A lost wondering spirit
Who was I in my past life?
Surrounded by evil
And perhaps was a rebel
Ruled by the knife
Walked through the fire
This was my desire
Why do I think this?
Because of time now
I must have had a kiss
Right on the brow
From a dark past
Surrounded by a cold cast
Protecting him from all his enemies
He would have had so many victories
Who will set me free from my trap?
How can I avoid the broken concrete gap?
Slipping through time
Existing with crime
Feeling the needles from the pine
Rubbing the new of the shine
Leaving footprints for a while
Removing a perfectly normal smile
Does someone have a key?
To set me free?
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