TormentorA Poem by S.JTormenting, and Ridiculed Child.Tormentor A tormentor walked in the dark, small we were six or seven. Sentiment settled over them. Tyranize, he distressed her. Agonizing it left her bitter Beloved, he ridiculed her. Serious replaced her smile Attached to each other. Ravishing he thought her. Abortive, so imperfect she really was. Shocking she was. Tearful he made her. Abuse was left, it Impaired her. He left her disfigured. © 2014 S.J |
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