Trophy Poem by Claire Taggart
Trophy
Your presences brings fear into my life
I am the one without a voice
Laughter impales my body
I crumble beneath taunting words of your choice
I walk along endless roads, rather than take the shortest route
I sit curled up in the corner
Sticks and stones
But it's words that cripple my bones
My tears became your trophy
Though I tried hard not to let them fall
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4/18/2024 8:37:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is beyond dope! ! This flow had me like dangggggg! ! I'm diggin' this! Keep writing poet! We need you!