Cry
Cry is all that I can do
Tears that must be hid from you
Broomsticks slashed across my back
Violence flowing right on track
A pig you say a stupid fool
Cry in my pillow
Cry in my drool
Swollen orbs puffed with pain
Tears to conceal bawl in the rain
You wish that I was never born
Birthed from you and heaven torn
Never seem to do what’s right
Backhanded lessons
Stinging with spite
Away from you
Someday I’ll be led
For now all I do
Is cry in my bed
Copyright © Stephanie Stanley | Year Posted 2016
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