Friday, June 10, 2016

Insults Instead of Rhyme

Don't let the good turn to ashes.
I am sorry for those dark times
When my lasered brain lashes
With insults instead of rhymes.
It would come out in private tears
If I could have vented it on my own.
But its been decades and years
Of them torturing me into stone.
I need a hug from a true friend.
Like the rest of humanity,
I need the torture to end,
My heart to be set free.