"Broken"

I sit on my
cot
and stare at the
bars
of my
cage.

White hot seething
rage
fills my
veins.

My captors
laugh
as I
glare
through the
bars
at their ugly
faces.

my countenance
gaunt
from
starvation.

I sit here
tempted to
eat
my own
tongue.

I struggle
against being
broken.

It is
futile
I am already
Broken.

Johnathon Reinier 8/9/99

 

 

 

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