She throws a glass on the ground
Watch it explode across the floor
"Clean that shit up, you idiot"
I clean that shit up
She throws ,the poems in my hand,
All 100 pages, across the floor
"You made such a fucking mess"
I clean it up, no words spoken
"You never do anything right"
I scream I'm sorry in my head
All I end up doing
Is sobbing sorry over and over
At her feet
"What a fucking mess"
"Clean yourself up"
I clean myself up
YOU ARE READING
Walled In
PoetryI'm stuck, trapped within these tight walls, stuck in this neverending cycle of abuse. I'm walled in within this world of pain. There is an escape, please, come find it with me in these poems. A collection of poems about abuse on all levels.
