The Whipping Post
Here I stand,Bound to you,Chained by history,Restrained by love. Your words strike me,Ripping through my flesh,Marking me with your pain. I alone take it,Welcoming your rage,Encouraging the hurt,All for your comfort. She is rebellious and mocking,Backing you into a corner,Needing to lash out at her,Yet punishing me instead. The poor provincial whipping post,Take, take, take,Leaving me scarred and bleeding. She sees no...