a mind that's constantly in overdrive
as soft sweet whispers lead them deep inside
searching their eyes, as dusk turns into night
ignoring the truth, they'd prefer you lied
gagged and bound by a ridiculous wage
there was love once, you thought you were saved
laughing . . . what a gullible fool you made
a broken nose and a bloodied bruised face
too many questions by an anxious nurse
profusely sweating like a whore in church
thinking "this is bad", but it could get worse
praying they won’t look inside your purse
broken and unraveled you turn your back
“I’m done, I quit”, that’s all there is to that
Prompt: Over at dVerse they have us creating a Bout Rimes poem using the words drive, side, night, lied, wage, saved, made, face, nurse, church, worse, purse, back and that.
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