This is the first poem I've written that isn't based on personal experience . . . . . .
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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