Poem #219

He wasn’t backed against one wall
but against four because they were
closing in on him. Those hands that
were strong enough to beat his children
aren’t strong enough to keep the curtain up,
to continue the charade.
The bruises and the wounds are being exposed,
his time is up, the silence came to an end.
by: Luna

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2 thoughts on “Poem #219

  1. Powerful!
    Hope for more voices to share their stories

    1. Thank you! Me too 😀

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