Lost Poem by Lithe Roman
Lost
choking
on the anger
bottled up inside
tears
go streaming as he lifts his hand
hurt
swells in my chest
death
not soon enough, in a tragic life
words scattered.
thoughts incoherant
nothing makes sense
not the sound of flesh hitting flesh
or the muffeled sounds of someone sobbing silent as death
where am i
what happened
always follow his abusive hand.....
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5/1/2024 5:02:17 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There's an organized chaos to this...I like it.