My sacrifice returns to haunt me.

I’m tidying toys,
Blocking out noise,
washing dishes,
And talking wishes,
I’m standing at the door,
looking at the floor
As clouds above begin to roar.
I even paused,
To stand outside
And feel the rain,
On my skin again.
I’ve stairs to sweep,
Stories to tell
And
Bedtime rituals still
To yell.
Lunch’s to be made,
A hanging doll to be saved,
washing to fold,
My sleep on hold.
A sacrifice had to be made,
So now as exhaustion hits,
On the stairs where i sit,
It’s the cool rain in the air
That reminds me,
To always push,
To always dare.
And as i am
Punished once more,
For refusing to look at the floor,
All i can think,
Is
Hell
Yeah!

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blossom666

Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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