The Abusive Quiver
I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive e a r t h q u a k e
when I think of those nights you seethed in my youthful room-
Didn’t you think of all the good you always had at stake?
Well, I’m sure not sorry to see you in that cryptic tomb.
I prayed for constant alleviation from the sins that you rendered,
I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive e a r t h q u a k e -
You still couldn’t stop the abuse all those times I surrendered,
it's sad to think about all the joy in my life I’ve had to fake.
Tremors of disgust...father, why am I here at your dire wake?
I just sit alone in the corner chair and wither in complete silence-
I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive e a r t h q u a k e ,
remembering all the oscillating moments of fury and violence.
Quivering in a magnitude no other human can comprehend,
being just a child, it’s unbelievable how much you can take-
My innocence embezzled, what more could you apprehend?
I TREMBLE and SHAKE just like a convulsive e a r t h q u a k e .
For the contest: Form Q
Sponsor, Broken Wings
June 5, 2017
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