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
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