A Thousand Whiplashes

Mistakes were made for which i take the blame
My cross to bear my penance not to share
As I enter the supposed gates for peace, laughter and care
Panic seizes my mind for a thousand Whiplashes await me there

Weary is my soul,pain of my misdeeds follow me everywhere
I crave, I cry for solace,warmth and loving embraces
But im forced with naught so much as an enquiry to how i fare
Pin drop silence as i bow my head ready for those Thousand Whiplashes

Its pain doesn't sear anymore, Im practically immune
Mother of the flock
Its your disgust, your disappointment I cannot Block
Oh How I crave to be your pride, the apple of your eye
I squirm around in those chains while i receive a thousand Whiplashes

I weep, I cry, but nobody hears, nobody by my side
I try to beg for your affection
But your mind is already tainted thus my timid regression
I dream of redemption as i heal from A Thousand Whiplashes

© Anu Joseph 2017