Broken Bone

April 22, 2010
They’ve left me for dead,
to suffer in silence with no one knowing.
Their words still echo in my head,
and the pain is still growing.
Every time I stand up,
I’m pushed back down.
I just wish they’d drink from Death’s cup.
I want them to all drown!
An open jaw,
and its broken bone.
I won’t obey their law.
That’s why I think on my own.
I’m losing hope,
will I forever stay in the crosshairs of their scope?





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