Browbeat

The family came and went My emotional and physical pain stays lament The burden of lies Stays alive within family ties The truth teller Gets the raw deal from the home dweller How can I get my life out of this cellar Return to my innocence The love I always have for those that sin I feel like a garbage bin Dump on me like a drunk arduous throwing away the gin I take in a deep breath Exhale in a way to feel no death I’m here to stay Love me... Hate me... Browbeat...

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Silent One

Date: 11/17/2020 3:25:00 AM

Dark and disturbing poem.. No one should have to suffer this way...

Steven Kopko
Date: 11/17/2020 5:03:00 AM

Thank you for the comment. It is unfortunate that many have or had suffered this way. In the end, those that do survive, are the ones we can learn a great deal from.