The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker
The Laugh

The laugh
echoes
beats
my heart
to a pulp
sucks marrow
to spit
cruel words
hurt

I cry
broken
wounded
tears rain in my heart
flooding rain
pours from my fingers
no Right to cruelty,
does the demon possess
to strip my soul naked
and rape my heart
of worth

One must recognize
I am!
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