The clock strikes three, another sleepless night, your ghost looms large, a shadow in spite of locks and distance, time gone by, your cruelty echoes in my silent cry.
Memories flash like lightning in the dark, each harsh word, each bruise, each cutting remark.
Though you're not here, your presence lingers still, a phantom pain, a never-ending chill.
You tortured me with fist and tongue, and now with memories tightly strung.
In wakeful hours, in fitful dreams, you haunt me still with silent screams.
I beg for peace, for sweet release, for just one night of calm surcease.
But 3 AM brings no reprieve, just ghosts of abuse I can't believe.
How long until these wounds will heal?
How many nights must I reveal the scars you left upon my soul, before I finally feel whole?
Your abusive tendencies, a heavy chain, bind me still to this refrain of sleepless nights and endless fears, of stifled sobs and unshed tears.
Yet here I am, still standing strong, despite the echoes of your wrong.
I'll find my peace, I'll break this spell, and leave your torment in its hell.
For every 3 AM I face, I'll fill with healing, love, and grace.
Though you still haunt, I'll persevere, until your voice I no longer hear.
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Penny for a Poem
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