Sleep

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A burning passion
An internal rage
A wounded animal
Chained in a cage

Purplish bruises
Outlined his smooth skin
He cowered afraid
As the pain burned within

A fist to his ribs
Cold words in his ear
Eyes dark and distant
Held unyielding fear

Shoved and hit hard
Bruised bones oh so frail
The dark abyss
Of emotional hell

Cut and whipped
Stings and burns
Forced to hurt and scar
The only one he cared  

Weakened knees gave way
As he fell to weep
And closed his eyes
Praying for eternal sleep




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