The Whip
By Chinobus
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Suffering consumes my very being for a fitting sentence,
I was judged wrong but given a brutal pennance,
for only doing what I was told yet never could perfect.
As it rips my exanguanated soul from my torso,
dangling of a gruelling ledge with nowhere to go,
the whips sickening snap continues to break me.
Laying down before your coal eyes with crooked smile,
unfeeling anger resides within me biting wild,
your apology falls on the ears of past deaths.
Locked away in a living dream of jeweled hope,
cannot stop my shaken love so I valiently cope,
sewn together with grainy memories of spritely happiness.
Golden light fills the room the next uncertain day,
your honey sweet promise of reform will find a way,
but the marks I am given will not allow us to reconcile.
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