That silent night when my groans grumbled in my head
tasting my own blood the fear that it fed, tonight I’m dead.
Stripped naked his guttural gurgles, my gargles while gagged
I was beef to be bound now a soiled heap of ground round.
Gritting his teeth as he moans his stench will never be gone
engaging in his ditty of discourse my new reality was forced.
My emotions ebb and flowed dirty and naked on the floor
what could I have done to resist now only wanting to cut my wrist?
Must she face the light of suspicion in our system’s transition
so just how long was your skirt? why in the hell should that hurt?
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Published by Sandymancan
I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.
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