I banged my knee on the
corner table
caught a ball in the eye,
now black and blue
my face hit a wall and
shattered my nose
I busted my teeth
tripping up the stairs
my bruises are from
falling on the floor
I twisted my ankle while
in the woods
my clavicle broke while I
was swinging
I slammed a few fingers
in the car door
cut my funny bone so as
not to laugh
you punished me enough, I
quit, no more
bullied, picked on,
tortured and degraded
I followed suite,
practiced, a great pupil
now it is my turn, to
turn it around
last thing I will do, is
come after you
Sonnet
Regurgitated
Reality
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© 2014 by Patrick B Vince
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