Please be good…

SOLILOQUY

My soliloquy was my demise

For the conversation was black

The condemnation of my soul

A vitriolic, vehement attack

 

Reduced to tears from the chiding voice

Again my childhood in turn

Like the whipping strap across my back

I could feel hell’s fire burn

 

No need to argue a point in kind

My ears aren’t listening now

The chance was had now run and hide

Distraught my secrets found

 

Blundering for words this idiot’s quest

Mindful though in vain

Poisonous accrual pours out from within

Indigent enduring pain

 

No vindication that time has passed

As the bitterest pill goes down

My soliloquy’s end now besmirched

Inured six feet underground

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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