Almost Tomorrow
the words bleed
from the corner of my mouth
memories of the fights
punched by his moments passed
I choked the truth
as other hid
always feared the torture
always yearning for the love of my tormentor
drowning in the poison
that would fuel his anger from the very first sip
desperate to be rescued
but no hero ever came for me
he lived and died
almost unseen
but his years of rage
left scars unhealed
almost tomorrow
our yesterdays reveal
there is life beyond
the hurt we try to flee.
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