Petals In The Grass

Loving Arms

Stricken with pain
Destructive patterns erupt
Gloomy as can be
Evidence is there
Of what was endured
From the evil that did raise me
Loving arms did batter me
The ill-treatment of my dignity
Inapt as it may seem
As I lay behind the bars
Punished by authority
Impregnated with these memories
Improper as can be
Tedious torment
Everlasting
No justice in it all