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There is a rage that festers in my soul That longs to escape my tormented mind There is love that I've found and lost Love, now bitter, that once was kind There have been lovers in my past Men with money, power, and control Their touch once soft, their words once blind They shared my bed, they saw my soul These lovers never loved me nor ever will But they defiled my body with their own The lions satisfied; they had their fill My love then tossed like a meatless bone There are tears that have dried Wounds, though healed, leave a scar I lock my soul; the key, I hide The rage now creeps like molten tar A poem by Laura Harris (me) Published i

There is a rage that festers in my soul That longs to escape my tormented mind There is love that I've found and lost Love, now bitter, that once was kind There have been lovers in my past Men with money, power, and control Their touch once soft, their words once blind They shared my bed; they saw my soul These lovers never loved me nor ever will But they defiled my body with their own The lions satisfied; they had their fill My love then tossed like a meatless bone There are tears that have dried Wounds, though healed, leave a scar I lock my soul; the key, I hide The rage now creeps like molten tar A poem by Laura Harris (me) Published