Poem #63: A Bed of Spikes

Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on September 10th of 2018. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account each day for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

I scream but no one hear me.

I yell but no one knows.

I cry but I’m dead inside.

Now I’m in pain yet it never shows.

I can’t keep this up

I can’t go on.

A bed of spikes below me

on top of them I lay.

The pain is piercing but the relief is subtle.

With the my blood goes out all my conscience.

I’m finally at peace.

No one can hurt me anymore.

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