They poke me and
they punch me,
Their words cut deep
into my flesh.

I stand there not
bravely, not
with pride
and spirit, no.

My emotions have
run dry, my senses,
fled in pain and

I stand an empty
statue with a
broken heart, lost for
my crushed soul.

by Johnny Golding

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