TOO HEAVY

TOO HEAVY

Trapped in a dark, wood house
At 8, it was a prison
The Warden, a heavy hand
Daily bruises and words.

Words were the worst
No one saw the damage
As I hung on the bars
And screamed out.

When the sentence was over
I left quickly without looking
The Warden waving like a friend
My hand was too heavy.

~Dave~
24 Sept 04.

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