Burns.

Lights on the ceiling
Shine throughout weak and strong
Moments in the darkness
Moments that are wrong

Laughter in the evening
Tears in my face
Humming of a person
No belongment in this place

Silence in the chaining
Cries with the kick
Screaming with the tender belt
wacking with the stick

I cannot address the hurt
That i feel so strongly inside
A moment of shutdown
Want to go and hide

The tremor of pain
The moment of tears
The slient knocking
For several years

A punch in the face
Again i am wrong
A nudge in another direction