I want no more,
no more of these empty plates,
how they starve me of heedless hope.
I long no more,
no more the promises of yester years,
how the perculate my blood boiling.
I hear no more,
no more of those lies you filled us with,
how they stole my childhood carelessly.
I feel no more,
no more those hands barating me abusively,
how they pounded my body battered.
I see no more,
no more the broken glasses flung in air,
how they aimed at us all accordingly.
I fear no more,
no more my mother’s madness in random rage,
how her loveless emotes daily derail me.
I weep no more,
no more of tears in fears of frantic fighting,
how my crying carries more hardened hurting.
I touch no more,
no more the walls and ground in driven force,
how they carved similar scars in our family’s faces.
I beg no more,
no more in vain of pain not juried or justified,
how scared was I, a child in hiding held.
I love no more,
no more a family I should forget in all these horrors,
how they cared less of blood in situations stained.
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