Rooted Altar

In the altar of my roots

Lies a abandoned side of me

Claimed dead.

Sacrifices were in demand

When all was known was to

Please others instead.

Life has never been carefree

Due to the responsibilities

Born to me.

In the center

Lies the lightless soul

Everyone stole

Piece by piece.

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