dark walls
crumbling paint
always cold
sounds are faint
shoes on tiles
stomping rage
fear within
locked-up cage
doors bang open
exposed to might
eyes bore eyes -
you're dead tonight.
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a poem about abuse
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La Da Dee ✔
Poetrymelancholic poetry, prose and other random pieces of my heart in word form. ♡ // highest ranking: #62 in poetry // • march 11th, 2017 - august 4th, 2017 •
