The Cupboard

You locked me in that cupboard,

with barely room to move,

a tiny little dark space,

too small to be of any use,

except you found a perfect answer,

for what to do when you went out,

lock me in that cupboard,

you could leave me there for hours;

I do remember that one day,

I couldn’t take it anymore,

the day resistance hit my soul

and I kicked out the door,

I knew you would be angry,

at the damage I had done,

but I was definitely prepared

for the punishment to come;

I didn’t care about the belt,

I just couldn’t stand the dark,

of that tiny little cupboard,

the epitome of your heart.

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