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The barbed cycle of abuse Spins and turns The perpetrator roams free No lessons learnt Constantly escaping The scales of justice Fiercely holding its victim In its angry clutches Caught in its web Of control and manipulation Bound by a billion threads Powerless under its jurisdiction Unable to think Independently The persecuted victim Destroyed psychologically No immunity to fight The toxic onslaughts Be they physical, emotional Or their own Stockholm-syndrome like thoughts Effectively caged and imprisonned From systematic debasement Lacking the self-belief To fully escape the situation The abuser in denial Anything untoward took place Adopting the ‘victim’ mentality Now this spider has fallen from grace Delusional to the hilt The lies trip from its tongue The threats pour forth in a torrent Now it’s victim has tried to run But the victim begins to falter The road ahead unclear Soiled and slippery from the oil slick The abuser upon it did smear Sliding backwards Into the pit of despair The victim weakens Descending there The arms outstretched To save this poor mite Not quite strong enough To wrench the victim out of its plight Thus the cycle Engages once more Spinning and turning Just as before.
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
Vicious Circle
The barbed cycle of abuse Spins and turns The perpetrator roams free No lessons learnt Constantly escaping The scales of justice Fiercely holding its victim In its angry clutches Caught in its web Of control and manipulation Bound by a billion threads Powerless under its jurisdiction Unable to think Independently The persecuted victim Destroyed psychologically No immunity to fight The toxic onslaughts Be they physical, emotional Or their own Stockholm-syndrome like thoughts Effectively caged and imprisonned From systematic debasement Lacking the self-belief To fully escape the situation The abuser in denial Anything untoward took place Adopting the ‘victim’ mentality Now this spider has fallen from grace Delusional to the hilt The lies trip from its tongue The threats pour forth in a torrent Now it’s victim has tried to run But the victim begins to falter The road ahead unclear Soiled and slippery from the oil slick The abuser upon it did smear Sliding backwards Into the pit of despair The victim weakens Descending there The arms outstretched To save this poor mite Not quite strong enough To wrench the victim out of its plight Thus the cycle Engages once more Spinning and turning Just as before.
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43/F/London
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 5:11 PM UTC
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