Lost Sheep, Black SheepA Poem by Nik DiCarloLost sheep. Black sheep. Wandering away. Maybe my soul is doomed or maybe it's too soon to tell the fate of my spirit.
Lost Sheep. Black Sheep. Bring me back to the herd dig me out of this grave I have made and buried myself alive.
Twilight cigarettes and alcoholic screams I can't breathe. I can't think. Don't brand me, don't skin me alive. And if I should die, Please take care of my little lamb. Maybe he'll grow to be an Ox, not an A*s like his father. or a Lost Sheep Black Sleep like his mother.
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Added on March 1, 2014Last Updated on March 1, 2014 Tags: domestic violence, black sheep, parenting, verbal abuse, controlling relationships AuthorNik DiCarloMingo Junction, OHAboutThe common main themes of my writing style tend to be dark, gothic and macabre, focusing on the lives and tales of literary and cryptic legends, flaws in humanity, domestic violence, pregnancy/birth/m.. more..Writing
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