#WritcoPoemPrompt2
Running into the shadows of the storm,
I lay unwillingly caged in the unwanted.
Over and Over, it leaves me haunted.
Stuck in the darkness of my past,
How much longer are these painful memories going to last?
Vivid memories of the abuse echoing on and on,
Yet I hated the fact of being alone.
Faced with the persecution, I crawl into the arms of death,
beaten...