What About Paris

Deep Dream Poetry & Art

Tales

Ten tales

Actually 12

All abusive

All controlling

All consuming

All destructive

How I survived

I’m not sure

I thought I had help

Turns out

I had nothing but hell

Survived still

Yet people claim

I’m evil

Who keeps saving me then?

Blessed?

That’s what I call it!

Raised in hell

Surviving decades

What grown men can’t

I’m the “threat”

Because I survived it?

Typical

Everyone told me

I should have listened

But then again

I am a savant

You knew how to get me twisted

You bent my vulnerability

Into a tool for what

To prove me a fool

Sick!

Precisely what everyone says

Torture?

Again

Hmmm

I get it

Take it to the limit

Again

Again

And

Again

But what about the love I had

Why dislodge me from it

I told you

No more

You said

I’m with you

Yet here I sit

What about Paris