reverie – Laughing splashing running then I close my eyes
and wrap the clouds
in secret corners of my mind for only me to find when I
need a moment kind to soothe
my wilting soul but then as always, I hear them shrieking at
me for abusing my rare
liberties painting me in their rotten warped twisted verbal
fresco, proudly
proclaiming to be the creators of my deserved naming and
shaming.
Midnight Symphony – Serving them is all I have known
since I could make
sense of my infant surroundings. I never complained but I
became used to
hide my pain. I still get punished for not meeting their
targets even though
I do my best to avoid their protests but in the end I go to
bed hungry,
Accompanied by a roaring midnight symphony of hunger
pains – Only
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