Slumbered minutes back in that Hell
Merely images sharpened with echoes
Yesterday’s grind now faint memories
They poison me still subconsciously
Labeled failure by her every word
A mild voice yet fearfully heard
My futile attempts to be that man
Never right in her twisted plans
Her growing list spoken of what I lack
Until that one time which broke my back
These dreams today repeat nightmare times
When I was punished by one for just being alive
____________________________________________________________________________________________Written for the August Writing Prompt – That one time – Day 15/31
The Magic Shop 
I can feel the emotion so clearly in this one. It’s so hard when we don’t feel like we measure up, and some people have a way of always making us feel like we aren’t good enough. I’ve found that it’s good for the soul to let people like that go. There are plenty of other people in the world who do appreciate and accept us; we just have to keep looking for them! 😉
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There’s more people out there in relationships like this, than one realizes. It’s a horrible way to live. Sometimes, the worst abuse is all emotional and mental.
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