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
Written for: OctPoWriMo2018 Day 14
Kevin Parish 
poignant. such anguish
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