Stranded

Stranded in life, pain speaking words of fear in my ears
I stand above the flames of dishonesty and the heat sears
through me like a crooked thief, holding a crooked knife.
Unfortunately, it’s not the fear of death that holds me
but the fear of rejection coming through the doors of my heart.

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