Little eyes watching,

The first blow thrown.

For my sin’s I must atone…

That one reached the bone.

Cowering in the corner

To the Gods I pray –

It gives you great pleasure to see me this way.

Take us from this,

Oh Holy one –

I can handle it,

But they shouldn’t see it…

I left this –

Only to come to this?

A different face,

A different place,

The origin of my troubles,

The place I learned my struggles.

Copyright S. Slate 2016

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