PunishmentA Poem by t.m.
I am stuck going in circles,
A hell that I inadvertently created For myself. Pain like I have never known Is the gift I gave As a reminder That I will always fail. It is my own mind and thoughts That prosecute me daily, So that when I sleep I am hanging. I am covered in marks that Will never fix what I've done, But exist so that I will never Be allowed to forget. © 2016 t.m.Author's Note
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