Torturous Lullaby Poem by Felicity Slaughter

Torturous Lullaby



I feel as though I am
being punished for not
taking my own life yet.
So now I cry myself to sleep.

I have an unbruised body,
but a tortured and scarred
soul. With all of this emotional
turmoil, I don't have
much purpose here.

Soon I will be at peace.
No more torturous lullabys.

Monday, April 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: cry,depression,torture
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Felicity Slaughter

Felicity Slaughter

New Port Richey, Florida
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