A Place

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.

Drifting into a place into an abyss…

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