My Cold Acceptence
Truth is truth and pain is pain both are burdens felt
Scars of darkness carried since a young child
Yesterday's gone
And yet it stays
Haunting screams of childhood from leather razor strap
That cut the flesh in burning welts of red
Beaten battered body lays in a heap
A terror-filled mind with its cold disdain
In my empty nights so silent
My soul releases all its tears
As I look back
When trust was lost
6/24/18 contest Fragmented Verse
sponsor Broken Wings-Dear Heart
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2018
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