I drifted into a place
where everything sounded
like a cry.
A beg for mercy
sounded like a cry for more.
I drifted into a place
where everything sounded
like a cry.
Where an apology sounded
like a failure to acknowledge the
hands that fed me when I can’t.
I drifted into a place
where everything sounded like a cry.
A wail of sheer agony
perforates the heart
induces tears to flow
and I fell to my knees
tired and beaten.
I drifted into a place…
