Words like boulders
pressing crushing
pushing the air from
my lungs, rushing
I lie there, immobile
unable to breathe
as the boulders are heaped
and the air is squeezed
I do not protest
I accept this fate
I lie ever so still
as the voice berates
I have heard them before
none of them are new
Thrown like projectiles
and all of them true
Hit their mark, carry on
into my flesh they tear
The force of each, a blow
seemingly without care
Pushing, unrelenting
I feel the combined weight
Burning, and bleeding
the impact of hate
Oh, but I invited
I asked, and I sought
I didn’t once believe
It would only come to naught
I wanted the devotion
the love to be true
I wanted this life
shared utmost with you
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