• Death


    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

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    BlackButterfly1 commented on Lamb


    I come back to this poem often, because I love it so much and mostly because I think at some point in our journey we all can relate. You're very talented. Would like to read more from you. Take care.

    TREVON commented on Lamb


    I can feel the pain of the lamb, I at one time was a lamb. I really like this poem.



    Thank you. :)

    iLuvPoetryJACOB commented on Lamb


    I can relate so well to this poem. Yet another great write from you. --Natalie.



    Thank you much, Natalie.

    BlackButterfly1 commented on Lamb


    This is beautiful!! It's symbolic for life and the way people judge us without understanding our stories... "I walk past the horses that shake their heads in shame/at the site of a bloodied lamb with no name." Fantastic writing B. Each time I find a favorite I keep reading and then find another, and another lol.



    Thank you...

    Dano commented on Lamb


    these words scream at top volume to me... once again an amazing write



    Thank you so much. :)

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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